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However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.

I chuckled lightly and patted Twen's head, then looked at Fred asking "What are you doing here?" "Business works" he winked, "do remember the Italian restaurant, my dad had here?" I stared. I actually forgot about it completely. His dad owned few resturants across the city. Most of them were Italian but he had multi cuisine ones too. 'Pastaz' was the one Fred was talking about. It was not a very popular one here and didn't hit it off with the client base. So, his dad was planning to close it. So, I asked uncertainly.

We pulled into a pizzeria about 10 minutes away and I raised a brow at Bryan. “They have good reviews and it’s a place where we can get two large pizzas and no one is gonna look at us weird. I’m hungry. I might even get a damn salad.” Bryan unbuckled his seat bet and hopped out. I followed suit and sighed, not hungry in the slightest. Bryan really was such a child sometimes. -

It was ten PM for Hemmings’ sake, who would go to a picnic at night? “What’s the first thumb’s up?” Frazier asked, leaning forward with a great deal of interest. Jess grinned. “Well, I can only give you one thumb’s up. You’ll get the next one if you treat my friend right and make her happy.” She leaned forward and whispered behind her cupped hand, “I hope you have a Ben & Jerry’s cookie dough flavor in your picnic box. It’s her favorite.” Tapping the side of her cheek with her forefinger, she quickly added, “oh, and margarita pizza. She doesn’t like tomatoes on burgers but she loves it on pizza.”

I watch as Felix pulls the pizza box closer, giving me another smile. “I got us Hawaiian, hope that’s okay. When you were once at a party, you basically only ate it. I swear you would have eaten the box too” “You remember that?” The last time I had even come close to a party Felix had hosted was when I was thirteen. After that, the adults and the kids split and I was no longer obligated to be pushed into any pools. He nodded, “See, I did sometimes pay attention” “Probably because the next time you were going to put bugs in the pizza”

He asked. "Why not?! I would be offending the pizza gods if I didn't eat one!" Jordan exclaimed. She couldn't resist yummy food since food had always been her guilty pleasure. "You are a Christian and pizza gods aren't real!." "They exist! wanna try one?" Jordan split the bare minimum of the Calzone and reached out to Halton. Halton lifted his hands and said."My hands are pretty messy as you can see," Indicating the bloodstains and dirt smeared on his palms. He glimpsed at the time on his Rolex watch and he was already running late for his flight to London.

"Your pizza has arrived." ***

Terra asks as they sit across from each other in Jollibee. This is Kate’s reward for taking in Ecto 2.0. Specifically, peach mango pie and fries. Lots of fries. A hill of fries. Terra’s munching on an Aloha Yumburger because #BaconIsBae. Kate has to admit she has missed fast food after her long camp internment. She suppresses a squeal of joy. “Hmm. That’s a tough one because there are so many to choose from. Marvel or DC?” “Either.”

Mary licked my cock and her friend’s leaking asshole clean. “Beep! Buzz! Beep! Buzz!” My phone started going crazy on the floor. Gigi grabbed my jeans, pulled it out, and answered. “Hello! The pizza boy’s phone. Who is this? Pizza Shack? Mr. Luigi! Where’s your pizza boy? Let me complain first. Every time me and my friend order from you, you fuck it up. We asked for extra sausage and you sent cheese pizza. Listen up, Jones helped us out. We’re holding him hostage, you pizza cock sucker. Fuck you! He quits your fucking pizza place. You guys suck balls. Good night!” Gigi yelled, then hung up.

“Yes, but it’s a completely normal pizza place. Nothing suspicious. None of the employees is linked to Marva, Anna.” I went quiet for a moment, thinking through other possibilities. “And the printing company that made the pizza flyers has no connection to Marva or Nightshade either,” Dimitri added. “Hey, did you bring the flyer? Or did you take a photo of it?” “Yeah, I took a picture. Hold on.” Dimitri scrolled through his gallery and handed me the phone. The flyer was always the same, advertising a big promotion every Tuesday and Friday, from four to six in the afternoon. My eyes widened.