Page 176 of Bone’s Choice
“What the fuck does that have to do with pizza?”
“Everything.”
Munch looked at Humpty. “Does it?”
“No.”
Taco glared at him.
Humpty took another bite. “Stop abusing the prospect.”
“I’m teaching him patience.”
“You’re stealing his pizza.”
“Same thing.”
Munch grabbed the slice while Taco was looking away. “Ha.”
Taco turned. “You little fucker.”
Pink pointed at him. “Sit down and eat.”
Taco sat immediately.
I laughed into my soda. “You know,” I told Pink, “I think you might actually be president.”
Taco pointed at me with his pizza. “Don’t give her ideas.”
“I don’t need ideas,” Pink replied.
“That’s what scares me.”
I sat at the table between Pink and Bull, listening to the guys argue over whether pineapple belonged on pizza.
Obviously it was a serious issue.
Very serious.
Humpty threatened to throw an entire pizza outside because Pink had ordered pineapple.
Taco threatened his life.
Munch ate it without caring.
Bull claimed food was food.
Myth finally came out of the hallway halfway through the argument. He grabbed a slice from the box and Taco looked at him.
“Well?”
Myth frowned. “Well what?”
“Pineapple.”
“What about it?”
“On pizza.”
