Hugo grinned as he opened the door for the pizza deliveryman, the delicious aroma of melted cheese and pepperoni wafting through the air.
The deliveryman was a sight to behold: a gangly guy with a mop of bright orange hair that looked like it hadn't seen a comb in years.
His uniform was slightly too tight, showing off his bony elbows that jutted out like weapons, and he wore mismatched socks with his sneakers—one had pineapples, the other llamas.
"Here's your pizza," the man said, thrusting the box into Hugo's hands like it weighed a ton. Then he leaned in slightly, his face dead serious. "But remember, man: life is like a pizza. If you don't eat it while it's hot, it's just sad bread."
Hugo blinked, trying to process the wisdom—or insanity—he had just been handed. "Uh… thanks?"