Labels:text | screenshot | graphic design OCR: In the wee hours of the morning, as you lie snuggled with your teddy bear dreaming of impossible wealth, you hear a loud knock at the door. At first you roll over in firm determination to go back to sleep, but then you hear words dreaded across the galaxy: "Warp-6 Pizza! Hot, fresh, and at your door in less than 480 minutes!" Your stomach churns, but you sit up. The Interstellar Pepperoni Convention dictates lethal immersion in tomato sauce (with red pepper flakes) for ignoring a pizza delivery. You stagger wearily to the door, ready for an ordeal. Few people deliberately order pizza anymore -- 480 minutes really is a long time, and the trip through hyperspace destroys all nutritional value in food, not that the transition was a large one for the typical garbage pizza -- but as business ha ...
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