[ He puts his beer down onto the counter to inspect his slice of pizza. Murphy pulls a face, all squinty eyes. He plucks a chunk of pineapple off first. The texture feels weird between his fingers. ]
What exactly is a pizza? What's the red stuff and the white stuff and -- [ He points at a pineapple and ham drenched with cheese. Before they say just exactly how a pizza is made, Murphy picks it up and heedlessly takes a large bite. Molten lava. He chews, bearing through having his whole mouth scolded because Murphy wasn't patient enough to let his food cool down. ]
I like it. [ Murphy hums approvingly, picking up the chunk of pineapple from before and tosses it into his mouth. ]
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What exactly is a pizza? What's the red stuff and the white stuff and -- [ He points at a pineapple and ham drenched with cheese. Before they say just exactly how a pizza is made, Murphy picks it up and heedlessly takes a large bite. Molten lava. He chews, bearing through having his whole mouth scolded because Murphy wasn't patient enough to let his food cool down. ]
I like it. [ Murphy hums approvingly, picking up the chunk of pineapple from before and tosses it into his mouth. ]