Where there are gremlins, there better be pizza.
Not because of tradition or planning.
Certainly not because anyone placed an order like a reasonable creature.
It's important to note that they don't entirely understand the notion of pizza delivery, nor would they care if they did. They are, objectively, a nightmare.
The equation is simple:
Pizza exists.
They want it.
Therefore, it be theirs.
But they appreciate pizza very much.
Sincerely.
Deeply
The moment the box opens, everything changes. The noise drops. The movement slows. For a brief, almost sacred window of time, there is only pizza.
And then it’s gone.
So, there's that.
Close enough, I guess.