Pizza Can Be Pretty Bad
In a place where there are way too many screaming kids, and not enough things to do, and horrifying animatronic singing mascots in the corner, there he was. He did not want to be there, he was far too old to enjoy any of it but there he was. His younger cousin is one year older and even though this cousin has matured, he is still young enough to enjoy the cesspool that is Chuck E. Cheese. At the time he was looking forward to it. "They have cherry Pepsi here and everyone else's looks good." he thought. He could have not been any more wrong.
He hadn't eaten all day and his stomach started to gurgle, he didn't feel like getting up to look around for Turtles In Time and realize that that was made over 10 years ago and have probably replaced it. He just wanted a slice. There was an adorable Indian baby being held by an equally adorable man with his baby harness that allowed said baby to hang off of his chest. All of the commotion and sight seeing and horrifying robots that sang hilariously bad covers of unfitting pop songs had distracted him long enough for the cute blonde attendant to slip the pizza onto the table without him realizing.
"I need to eat a slice." he thought as he reached for a piece of pizza and took a bite. All of the excitement turned into disgust when the pizza had been masticated and swallowed. Probably the worst pizza he has ever eaten. If he could rate it on a rating system based on colors and red was "yeah pretty good" and teal was "eh" he would rate it a golden brown, which stands for "Gross".
It was at this moment, that he realized he was almost a grown man and could leave using the car he drove here with. He then went home and ate a left over burger which he would probably rate a sea foam green, which is "pretty gosh dang good".
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