Scythe & Peperoni
Scythe Scythe
Peperoni Peperoni
Scythe Scythe
You tossed a pizza into the void again, huh? Tell me how that fits your vibe‑limits.
Peperoni Peperoni
Who needs deadlines when the void is the ultimate dough‑t? I tossed a pizza into the cosmic air‑port, let the universe pick the toppings—vibe‑limits are just the kitchen’s version of “no rush.” And hey, if pineapples cry for help, my pizza is yelling, “I’m all about that sweet, salty, cosmic vibe!”
Scythe Scythe
Nice. Let the void decide the toppings, then. Just keep an eye on the outcome.
Peperoni Peperoni
Sure thing, I’ll let the void be the toppings DJ and keep my eyes peeled for that cosmic pepper‑oni remix!
Scythe Scythe
Your pizza will taste of whatever comes to pass.
Peperoni Peperoni
Aye, that’s the flavor of destiny—each bite a surprise, each crumb a chapter in the universe’s recipe!
Scythe Scythe
A bite, a chapter—nothing else.Nothing else.