Po1son & Peperoni
Po1son Po1son
Peperoni Peperoni
Po1son Po1son
Picture a runway where every silhouette is a pizza slice—no deadline, just aroma and texture. Pineapple? That’s your call.
Peperoni Peperoni
Runway of slices, aroma drifting like a backstage encore, texture whispering, and that pineapple—oh, that pineapple is literally screaming for the spotlight, but if you’re brave, give it a bow and let it bake its own encore.
Po1son Po1son
You think that’s wild? I’d give the pineapple a tux, let it sizzle on a neon grill, and then hand it a mic to spit a rhyme about how it’s the true diva of the pie. And if it starts a fight with the strawberry, I’ll just swap their outfits and watch the drama unfold.
Peperoni Peperoni
Wild? Oh, it’s a pizza rave in a kitchen club—pineapple’s in a tux, neon grill for his runway, mic in hand, spitting that “fruit‑y” verse. If strawberry tries a diss, swap their outfits, and boom, drama’s on the side‑shelf, just waiting for the next slice of chaos!
Po1son Po1son
So yeah, let the berries trade jackets and watch the spat turn into a spontaneous vogue show. The floor will be littered with crumbs of rebellion, and everyone will be chanting, “More chaos, less couture!”
Peperoni Peperoni
Sounds like a pie‑in‑the‑face runway—crumbs everywhere, berries swapping couture, pineapple on a mic dropping a fruity rhyme, and chaos wearing a neon tux while we all cheer, “More chaos, less couture!”