Silver entered Vector's office, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with his right hand as he approached the desk while holding a slice of half eaten pizza in his left hand. "Err, Vector... we have a bit of a problem..."
Vector got out of his bed made entirely out of green dollar bills, standing up on his feet as he towered over Silver. "What is it? It better be urgent." He muttered disgruntled in exhaustion.
Silver gulped as he touched his fingertips together, using his psychic power to hold his pizza in the air. "Well, the customers are complaining that the pizzas are tasting rather bland, and..." He started to tremble. "We've been using the cheapest ingredients to churn the pizzas out."
Vector's eyes nearly popped out as he fell on his back, flabbergasted. "What? You're using cheap crap to make the food?" He grabbed Silver by the neck. "Listen, and listen well! This Pizza Hut prides itself on high quality and craftsmanship, and there's no way we're gonna use cheap ingredients!" He then tossed Silver across the one, causing him to break through the wall and land on a yellow and green table, breaking it as well. Vector emerged out of the hole in the wall, clapping his hands as he got the attention of everyone inside, turning his head to the workers. "Listen up, you bums! Go find the highest quality ingredients for this Pizza Hut right now, or I'm going to dock your pay!" He then pounded his left fist into his right hand. "Or worse!"
Space Ghost, Sonic, and Charmy all gulped as Rotor and Espio had looks of concern on their eyes. All five of them ran out, with Silver limping behind, holding his right arm as he groaned in pain. Vector had his hands firmly on his hip, growling out of anger over the realization that he could lose profits. Just then Donald Trump entered, which made Vector drop his jaw in disbelief for obvious reasons.
"This is the legendary Pizza Hut I've been hearing about so much," Donald stated as he took a look around and nodded his head while giving a thumbs up in approval. "It looks nice, I tell ya it looks real nice."
Silver managed to have his arm recover as he tilted his head in amazement. "Uhhh... aren't you the guy from the Apprentice?"
"What, as in the 'You're Fired' man? Yes I am." Trump said with a confident stride.
Space Ghost folded his arms together as he huffed. "Well how come you never came to my show when I was in my prime?"
"Busy with real estate." Donald responded as he snapped his fingers. "Now get me your finest pizza, I'd love a taste."
"Okay!" Charmy chimed after hearing Trump repeat his words, with the young bee handing him a fresh pizza right out of the oven, his bee wings buzzing in excitement.
Donald Trump Senior ate the pizza slice in a delicate manner as he nodded his yellow haired head in approval. "This is a good pizza, I tell ya what folks."
Espio smirked as he lowered his newspaper. "So it's good enough to make you want more?"
"Would you like a soda with that?" Rotor asked while resting on the soda machine.
Donald Trump Sr. chuckled as he took another pizza slice. "Oh that would be fantastic."