"I'll be having a free pizza."
"Sir, we don't serve free pizza. We're a business, we only sell it."
"Is that so?"
He pulled out a shotgun and pointed it at the assistant.
"What topping would you like?"
The pizza was prepared as he continued to point the weapon at the assistant.
The pizza was cooked and then given to the man who sat down in the shop to eat it. He was on his seventh slice by the time the police arrived.
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