Luke sat in his car, the pizza he had just picked up sitting in his lap so it wouldn’t fall onto the floor. He felt the warmth of the pizza as it sat in his lap. Smelled the hot, salted meats that covered it.

He pulled the car over.

“I am going to screw this pizza. I am going to screw this pizza so hard” Luke thought to himself.

“I will FUCK this pizza.”

And so he did.