the cheese stands alone

Outside The Box It's Raining

We have to move.

"We have to move." I told the GM1 not 15 minutes ago.
GM1: "And exactly why do we have to move?"
Me: "Because I called Pizza Hut and complained about the pizza and you know they have some kind of stealth pizza nazi death squad that is so going to be after us from now on."
GM1: "And why did you complain about the pizza? It was fine."
Me: "YOURS was fine, mine was thin-crust-double-mushroom-and-pineapple, and I ordered thin-crust-double-mushroom-and-jalapenos."
GM1: "But you like pineapple."
Me: "Um, true. But..."
GM1: "And you pick off the jalapenos anyway."
Me: "Because I want just the essense of jalapenos, not the actual butt-burn later."
GM1: "So you think Pizza Hut is sending death squads after you..."
Me: "Us. They'll get us both. They're very thorough."
GM1: "Okay, us. They'll assassinate us because?"
Me: "I went ahead and ate some of the bogus pizza already."
GM1: "Huh."
Me: "Yeah."
GM1: "So they'll know this?"
Me: "Oh yeah, they have tiny microtransmitters in each and every savory slice. Savory slice. Ssssssavory sssssslice. Yeah."
GM1: "Babe? How much NyQuil have you had today? "
Me: "By itself or with the vodka?"
GM1: "Nevermind. "
Me: "So we're still moving to Albequerque?"
GM1: "Why Albequerque?"
Me: "I can spell it, and I can't spell Minninniapolitis."
GM1: "Go lie down, babe. It'll pass."
Me: "Okay. But wake me up when John Cusack gets here, 'kay?"
GM1: " 'kay."