I eat pizza. So much pizza. Different kinds of pizza. Pizza with meat, pizza with vegetables, pizza with mashed potatoes and bacon. I talk about pizza, I think about pizza, I converse with pizza. Hi, pizza, how are you? I say. You look delicious today. Do you mind if I eat you? Okay, thanks, because you look really good and I'm hungry and I've only had five slices already so I definitely need some more. Thanks, pizza!