The plot thickens...

"...my pizza is made with my own recipe of special herbs and spices, so their extra delicious." he says proudly, "It's no wonder people can't stop coming back for more." you let out a sigh, apparently Greg just thinks his pizza is just irrisitable because of his recipe. "Then of course there is my secret ingrdiant," he adds, and your ears perk, "What?" you ask, a bit surprised, "What's that?" you ask him, "Oh, just some special flavor enhancers, makes my already delisious pizza practically irrisistable." he says, a cunning simle on his lips, "Addictive even. Of course it does have some side effects, tends to square the calories of the pizza."

You mouth gaps open, "So... you knew what was going on?" you say, taken aback, "But why would you do that?" you question, "To take of the world of course. Well, maybe not the world, just my little coorperate corner of it. Just think of how much money I'll make with my pizza, then of course with my 'expanding' clientel, I can start selling my spray-on-stretch, which will double my profits." he says, a evil grin on his face.

You can't believe it, Greg, who you thought was a nice guy, is actually the mastermind behind a dasterdly plot! "But.... why are you telling me this?" you ask, not understanding why he would reveal this information so easily, "Well, that should be obvious, I want you working with me." he says, "Think about it, you'll be rich, you'll get your own office, money, fame women, anything you want at your fingertips. What do you say?" he asks, holding out a hand and waiting for you to accept his deal. Thinking about it, you say...

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