>be loserfaggot anon
>have at least a dozen pizza boxes in your room
>most of them aren't even all eaten
>you just order them to be able to talk to someone
>your nondescript poorfag pony doll is queen of the stack
>at least it doesn't look so much like trash anymore
>thunder and lightning has been coming down all night long
>give no fucks, got at least a surge protector
>browse your favorite shit pile board of autists and losers
>thunderbolt comes down
>strikes your home
>power is kill
>desktop is kill
>you get a zap so hard you fling yourself out of your chair
>your entire room lights up in blue for a split second
>fuck
>urdedfgt.jpg
>"Oh my God! Are you ok Anon?!"
>mommy?
>no
>you drag yourself up to a sitting position
>smells like cooked pizza
>your tower of pizza is cooked
>you smell burning but see no fire
>you smell burning plastic from your desktop too
>your pony doll's head pops out
>pepperoni eyes
>"Whew that sure singed my crust!"
>what
>is this real life
>is this just Fanta sea
>caught in a thunderstorm
>no escape from pepperoni
>she sees that you're speechless
>she shakes off some of the boxes
>her entire body is pizza
>a few bread sticks make for her eyebrows and the outline of some perpetually bubbling mane of cheesy lava
"...what?"
>she smiles
>her face droops down from the weight of her happiness
>"I... uh... c-cheesed to meet you?"