[Wally's mid-laugh just as he's about to open the door and then BAM the smell of about ten freshly baked pizzas slams into his olfactory senses. HELL. YEAH. See this face, Rob? HE'S FUCKING EXCITED.]
Dude, pizza. I think it just got here, too.
[He opens the door and zooms into the kitchen, where ten glorious pizza boxes lay waiting on the table. He grabs an entire box and is already shoving a slice into his mouth as he rounds the corner back toward the front door where he kinda left Rob oops. He holds out the open box, talking with his mouth full.]
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Dude, pizza. I think it just got here, too.
[He opens the door and zooms into the kitchen, where ten glorious pizza boxes lay waiting on the table. He grabs an entire box and is already shoving a slice into his mouth as he rounds the corner back toward the front door where he kinda left Rob oops. He holds out the open box, talking with his mouth full.]
Slice?