The pizza doesn't ask why it's in the microwave.

She just spins.

It spins as the cheese melts, as time passes and as someone watches through the microwave window waiting for the 30 seconds to end.

Maybe life is like that: a piece of pizza spinning around without understanding its purpose.

In the end, she gets cold anyway.

The philosophy of the pub, twenty-first century

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