The waiter says "Say When", grating the parmesan cheese over my pizza. Foolish mistake. Anyone should know that there is no "when". As parmesan fills the restaurant, the pizza only gets better. After only an hour, the restaurants interior its completely filled with parmesan, killing twenty. But the resuraunt is only the beginning. Next the USA will be taken by parmesan, a force stronger than anyone could have anticipated. After that comes the world. Consider this a warning, to get to a foreign planet immediately. At least that will provide temporary safety, until the parmesan rises to mars. At that point, there will be enough cheese on my pizza, and I will be ready to eat.

๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐น ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ต๐. ๐๐ฝ ๐ช๐น๐น๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท๐ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ