A familiar face.

You wake up and get ready for work, still angry over Alberts treatment of you. You decide your not going to talk to him for a while, not till he apologizes to you for kicking you out of the gym. You figure that you can keep up your exercize on your own, you can find another gym to work out at until Albert comes to his senses. Meanwhile you poor your energy into selling Greg's pizza. It comes as a surprise then when a familiar face meets you at the counter.

"Hey! Havn't seen you in a while." says the trim fox that is Fred. "Hey Fred, yeah, been a bit busy with work, and, well other things." you say with a twinge of annoyance thinking about Albert. "So what are you up to since turning back to normal." you ask, trying not to think about the unpleasentries of yesterday. "Well, I got back to my job, and they have fired me for going AWOL." he says, "But it's fine because I found another one as a over the phone troubleshooting technician." he says on a more chipper note. "Oh, that's great," you say, "So what brings you here?" you ask, "Well, I was hungry, duh, and I remembered how good this place was and I'm getting a steady paycheck now, so I thought I'd give it another go." "Okay, so what'll you have?" you ask. "What's popular?" he responds, looking over the board. "Well, out pepperoni's our best seller," you say. "Great, I'll have a slice of that... make that two, I can take one home for dinner." he says.

You serve Fred his Pizza and go about your business for the rest of the day, feeling a bit better that Fred is back about. You manage to snag his number and decide to get together this weekend to catch up properly. At the end of the day, Greg carries out the stack of 5 unsold pizza's. "There you go," he says, "A swear I don't know how you got so skinny with the amount of pizza you take away." he marvels, "Must be a motabolism thing, wish I still had that." he adds, patting his generous stomach. You don't tell him you were handing out the pizza, you think he would get angry for giving away his product, so decide to keep it your secret.

You load up the pizza and head into town, finding a more substandard gym and doing your exercizes there before heading home, though you feel a little downtrodden that you can't go to your regular one. When you get home, you set the pizza boxes on the counter, feeling your mouth water at the smell. You wonder what to do with all of it, since now Albert isn't around to confiscate them all...

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