"Hmm." Shadow muttered as he had his eyes closed and his arms folded. "Took you long enough, marijuana head."
Silver approached Shadow with a fresh pizza out of the oven as he placed it on the green table. "What's up, Shadow?"
Shadow opened his eyes, looking up at Silver. "You might want to turn around."
Silver blinked, turning around only to be pied in the face by a pizza. Silver groaned as he wiped the pizza remnants off his face, to see that Sargent Calhoun and Vanellope Von Schweetz were right in front of him.
"You seem less like silver and more like bronze, rookie," Calhoun chuckled as she held her gun firmly in her hands, "How about you go get us some pizza?"
Silver groaned as he shook his hands, shaking his head. "Seriously, is it Wreck It Ralph Fever or something? There was Turbo, then Ralph and Felix, and now there's you two!"
Vanellope stuck her tongue out as she giggled. "Hey, you would get pretty feisty and hungry like us if you were programmed to do the same thing over and over for years!"
Silver shuddered as he closed his eyes, holding himself together. "Don't remind me."
"It's no use," Shadow joked as he laughed, pointing at Silver, "Take this to value and go make pizzas for the lovely ladies."
Silver shook his hands angrily, turning to Shadow and picking him up with his green psychic power. "This will end it!" He tossed Shadow out of the Pizza Hut, breaking the windows in the progress.
Calhoun and Vanellope gasped as they glanced at each other, then at Silver, who shrugged in his defense.