A Five-Year Conversation in the Pizza Industry, Compressed to a Mere Eighty-Seven Words

PIZZA EMPLOYEE: What do we do with these extra scraps of dough?
PIZZA MANAGER: Turn them into breadsticks, bitch.
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PIZZA EMPLOYEE: What do we do with these extra breadsticks?
PIZZA MANAGER: Bitch, cut them up and pour some cheese on them.
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PIZZA EMPLOYEE: What do we do with this extra cheese?
PIZZA MANAGER: I don't know. What's in the crust?
PIZZA EMPLOYEE: Dough.
PIZZA MANAGER: What the fuck? Stuff some cheese in that bitch.
PIZZA EMPLOYEE: Well, I am a magical talking dog.
PIZZA MANAGER: Damn LSD.