Anthony's execution.

"Have you ever tried to eat something in the car that requires you to almost take off all of your clothes?"



"Not recently."



"Just that idea makes you believe that the food is bad, right?"



"Yeah. I wouldn't need any deliberation on that."



"Well it was just my shirt."



"OK."



"You think you're better than me?"



"Yes I do."



"OK."

"What was it? A Coney Island?"

"Nothing that complex, it was just some Crazy Bread from Little Ceasers."

"That's it?"

"The bread is loaded with false butters and oils and salts and chemicals, plus I had a baby pan pan."

"You ate this in the car?"

"As if I was being executed in thirty minutes."

"How does that work? Your eating Crazy Bread and four slices of square pizza in the car while driving?

"Square pizzas are not sliced. Slice is a noun and generally means wedge shape. They just go right across with this...."

"What is wrong with you?"

"I was hungry and I wanted to take a risk. What I did was lean my face over the passenger seat as I took a bite into the pizza. I kept my eyes on the road. I then placed it back into the box and grabbed a crazy bread and then waited till I reached a stop light where I executed most of my consumption."

"Any witnesses?"

"To this last meal? This pre execution?"

"No....well my small and large intestines. They are once again victims."

"Yes. I agree."

"Yes."

"You are the executioner."

"Yeah. Maybe."