"Hey, Silver..." Rotor started while rolling around the pizza dough. "...You ever wonder why we're here?"

"Good question." Silver responded while placing different spices on a pizza pie before putting it in the oven. "You should ask again when we get to delivering."

"...What does that have to do with making pizzas?" Rotor questioned while squinting his eyes.

"That's because you're a walrus dude." Moltar suddenly said while passing by to get some drinks from the soda machine.

Rotor's look of confusion was all that needed to be conveyed, with Silver placing the topped pizzas in the oven and then grabbing some boxes filled with finished pizza pies to go out and deliver.