On the corner of a street in the middle of a town there was this pizza place. This pizza place had a pin-ball machine, Frogger, and Mortal Combat, which could all be played at the competitive rate of 50cents a game. There were many booths, all painted red, each usually containing the mark of a regular customer or a tear in the seat. The bathrooms were respectfully clean, and there was a sticker on the mirror that said something along the lines of “Every worker that works here washes their hands” so you know the food was good. And the food was good, a perfect example of mom and pop quality. The bread was always served warm, the pizza was always filled with grease, and the Pepsi-Cola was always served in a Coca-Cola glass, but who can tell the difference anyway?
The customers were great, they would pop in on a regular basis and always sit at the same spot, kind of sit-com like. They would discuss things like their relationships and siblings and sporting events and whatnot, people just loved to stop by and enjoy the surprisingly stable economy.
There was a man that owned the place, his name was Frisco. He had moved to the town to open up a new law firm, but one day as he was eating lasagna at a restaurant when he noticed that the kitchen was on fire. He quickly took one more bite, chewed, swallowed, grabbed his cup, drank, swallowed, put the cup back down, grabbed a napkin wiped his mouth, and rushed into the kitchen to see if he could help. He grabbed a fire extinguisher and hastily distinguished the flames. He then looked at the ground and noticed an older man asleep. When Frisco woke him up the man said that he didn’t like running the restaurant because he never had any time for his children and his gameboy. So Frisco took over the place and made it what it is today, a great pizza place, with competitive prices. Which helps stabilize the economy.
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