MDMRN<p>We watched as the flour settled across the land. The smell if marinara was thick in the air.</p><p>"That son of a bitch. He really did it," I said to myself as I looked upon the rubble of the demolished hut. </p><p>The chef turned back to me and smiled, fresh mozzarella in hand.</p><p>He really had done it.</p><p>He had out pizza'd the hut.</p><p><a href="https://urusai.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://urusai.social/tags/Joke" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Joke</span></a> <a href="https://urusai.social/tags/Pizza" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Pizza</span></a> <a href="https://urusai.social/tags/PizzaHut" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>PizzaHut</span></a> <a href="https://urusai.social/tags/Silly" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Silly</span></a></p>