"Italian sausage, right?" says the giant looming over you.
He extends giant stainless steel tongs into a waiting container. Steam
rises from the freshly uncovered container. You hear the high pitched
whine of steam escaping from the Italian sausage in the tongs grip. As
it lowers into you soaking your soft toasty innards with greasy oil,
you begin to make out words in the steam scream. It's not just an
Italian sausage, it's a human being like you transformed into food.
You try to communicate as it sobs uncontroallably. It seems to assume
you're part of its imagination and it rambles uncontrollably. He tells
you that he's Tony Tutti. That's a tough kid from school. You recall
they called him tutti fruiti in grade school and that was when he
became a tough. He was enjoying a sauna and the next thing he knew he
was a steamed sausage.
The giant ladles hot marinara sauce over you along with grated
provolone, mozzarella and ricotta. You are put into a plastic basket
with a tissue liner and served to the super fat kid from school that
everyone teases Lardo Larry himself.