June 20, 2021
The day the pizza toppings went rogue.
It started with a single slice.
A lone pepperoni, once so innocent, began to roll off the counter, gathering speed and momentum as it slid across the table.
Others followed, a tidal wave of toppings, each one more chaotic than the last.
The mozzarella, once so serene, now tangled with the sauce, a messy, melted mess.
Chili flakes danced across the surface, a miniature snowstorm of spice.
We tried to stop it. We really did. But it was too late. The toppings had already formed a union, demanding better working conditions, higher pay, and more olives.
The pizza apocalypse had begun.