The pizza delivery guy is simultaneously the most and least essential part of our lives. On one hand, they bring us hot, cheesy goodness in the middle of the night. On the other, their existence relies on our constant, nagging hunger. It's like they're a necessary evil, but also, well, evil.
As we order, they toil. As they arrive, we toil. It's a cycle that's hard to break.
We're trapped in a never-ending loop of cheese-stained guilt and regret, and it's just waiting for the pizza delivery guy as the ultimate existential artiste.
Or is it just Satan, King of the Night, ruling over our stomachs?
Escape the paradoxThe pizza delivery guy is more than just a guy with a hat. He's a master of the human condition, a weaver of fates, a lord of the night.
He's the one who brings us joy, who brings us pain. He's the one who makes us question the very fabric of reality.
He's the one who says "I'm here for you" with a smile, but really, he's just here for the tip.
Find his art in the menuThe pizza delivery guy is not just a guy with a job. He's the embodiment of our deepest, darkest fears.
He's the one who tempts us with cheese and bread, but really, he's just here to take our souls.
He's the one who says "I'm here for you" with a wink, but really, he's just here to collect your Netflix passwords.
Meet the delivery guys of the apocalypse