Bob: Hey Tom!
Tom: Hey bob!
Bob: I got some pizza!
Tom: Ooo i want some-
Bob: Get your nasty ass wannabe independent ass hands off of the pizza. Go wash your hands.
Tom: Damn, don’t gotta be so mean about it.
Bob: Hows the pizza?
Tom: Its fine… tastes like cardboard.
Bob: I heard your balls taste the same. Anyways,Lemme see the ingredients… 5000 salt, 50000 grease, 5^9 cheese and 5 + 64 pepperonis.
Tom: 69? I’m horny, also what did it say again?
Bob: It says do not show Tom.
Tom: What?
Bob: What is against the law.
Tom: But you say it..
Bob: Its for you.
Tom: Why-
Bob: Anyways. Hey, it says Tom cannot have this piece or whoever is named Tom so therefore you cannot have it.
Tom: *uses anvil.*
Garold: I’ll be taking this piece.
Bob: Anyways, did you know that having tastebuds are illegal?
Garold: Really? explains the dullness.
Bob: Yep.
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Bob: Did you know that the news said a nuke is in our microwave?
Tom: Wha-
Bob: Bye felicicia *walks outside the window*
Tom: Oh lemme see.
Bob: actually but wai-

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Moral of the story: the corner of your basement is made of corner.