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How dare this Mexican guy intentionally insert killer pepperonis in your pizza! Through sheer mental exertion, you force the unhappy puppy soul to the very darkest corners of your mind, thusly regaining control of your body. Then you quickly Hyperpoke all of the evil carnivorous pepperonis. Your immediate problems taken care of, you press onwards to find a PHONE BOOTH!!

  You find a phone booth without event.

  Once inside of the 2 by 2 glass cell, you dial in the number of the mysterious Mexican guy, and wait.  He answers on the tenth ring, with the most cryptic, evil, and terrifying telephone response ever:  "Hello?"

  "You CUR!" you scream into the phone.  "How DARE you put killer pepperonis in my pizza!  I will burn your village and make slaves of your children!  You and your crafty Mexican guy ways!  You make me  sick!"

  "What?" says the guy on the other end, sounding genuinely confused.  "Who is this?"

  "SILENCE you Mexican pizza maker!" you scream. "Answer my questions or I’ll Hyperpoke you over the phone!"

  "I’m not a Mexican pizza maker!" the pitiful soul you’re harassing protests.  "I’m an accountant living in Cleveland!  Why are you calling me?  What’d I do!?"

  An accountant from Cleveland!  Surely this cannot be!  You quickly search your pockets to find the menu, so you can confirm the phone number.  Then you realize that the menu, was probably an error fume induced hallucination.  Come to think of it, so were the killer pepperonis and the unhappy puppy soul.

  "Are you still there?" says the guy on the phone.  "Are you high on error fumes or something?"

  Well this is awkward.  What are you gonna do to get out of this one?

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