The Great Struggle

 

The clock struck at 6pm, the simple chimes from Rick's watch proving a grim portent of what was to come. He sighed. And took his headphones off.

"Hey, Trent? Want to order some 'zza? I'm starving."

Trent looked up from his laptop, his face a mask of fear and anxiety.
"Uh, sure man. I could go for a slice; Need some brain fuel to finish this paper."

"Oof yeah I know that feel, Gotta exam tomorrow, get this, worth half my grade. Absolutely criminal that they would do something like that."

"Preaching to the choir buddy, mines worth sixty."

Rick laughed easily and scrounged through his wallet.

"Three... Three twenty-five... Three Fifty... You got any change?"

Trent foraged through the couch and added another three-fifty to the hoard.

"Alright, looks like we've got enough for exactly one pie, obviously we're going for a Classic Pepperoni right?"

Trent's face scrunched into a mask of confusion.

"What are you talking about? we should go Hawaiian."

Rick stared at him as if Trent admitted to killing a small child.

"You're joking right? Who ruins a good pizza by desecrating it with pineapple?"

Trent looked offended
"Uh, ruin? what are talking about? Pineapple on pizza is like the thing God created on the eighth day."

Rick sighed and said

"Okay okay, whatever you do on your time is between you and God, but I have my exam tomorrow, so I need the fuel."

"Okay but I have my paper tomorrow, so I need the pineapple to power my way through these last pages."

"Oh come on, my exam is way more important, and you had all semester to write your paper! If it mattered that much why didn't you start it earlier?"

Trent turned a thick red the color of tomato sauce

"Well same to you buddy, If this exam is so bad, why didn't you study normally?"

Rage growing, Rick forced himself to stop and breath for a few moments.

"Okay Okay, lets settle this the old fashioned way." Rick opened the drawer next to his desk and produced a gleaming black '45.

"We're getting pepperoni."