He was in Chuck E. Cheese. There were...ball pits nearby, and shrieking children, along with whack-a-mole - which Paul would probably kill in about two seconds. Give him a hammer to take out his aggression and shit would hit the fan. This was still hard to believe, but perhaps better than watching nerdy documentaries at home.
Studying the pizza selections, he shook his head. "I actually didn't get it," he confessed. "But I guess you're not going to tell me, right? And I'm a ham and pineapple sort of person but really, not picky. You can put whatever you want on your half."