It started innocently enough. A late-night scroll through the internet, a hankering for something cheesy, and a 3am text to "Papa's Pizza Palace" with a "quick" order for a couple of slices. But things quickly spiralled out of control.
Before I knew it, my phone was blowing up with updates from the pizza joint. "Your order is ready!" "Your order is ready!" "Your order is ready, sir!" It was like they were trying to tell me something.
I tried to explain, "Uh, I only ordered two, guys. What's going on here?" But they just kept on coming. Twenty. Twenty. TWENTY.
Now, as I sit here amidst the ruins of my kitchen, surrounded by the detritus of a pizza-fueled apocalypse, I can only wonder: why did I accidentally order 20 pizzas?
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