August, 2014
One lone pizza roll remained. Several things sped through Pete’s mind at the realization. How fast could he get his hand to the plate? Would he be the gentleman and simply concede the last bite? Was it cheese or pepperoni? Why were they still eating pizza rolls?
He inhaled, then his eyes met with his competitor's. Troy’s soulful, coco brown and Brute’s glossy... fake. He examined the last piece again... its seam busted out enough to insure tastiness. He decided to forgo chivalry, worst case scenario the scrum turned sexy. Unless Brute won... then it would have just been weird.