It started innocently enough. I ordered a large pepperoni from Pizza Palace. Just for myself. Or so I thought.
Before I knew it, the whole office was in a frenzy, each one of my coworkers with their own pie in front of their cubicle.
The conference room was a sea of cheese and sauce, a battleground for crusts.
I was the hero of the office, the pizza king, the lord of the slices.
But little did I know, I would be the one to bear the brunt of it all.
It was a long day, and it's still not over.
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