[The mention of pizza makes Guzma's face contort into one of deep, deep pain. He purses his lips, eyes closed, and clenches his fist with just a look that speaks volumes. Same, my dude, same. He has craved a fucking pizza so bad for the months since the last big party where they were served in droves. That was..the best day on his life. The fucking best. He's tried to get to work on making a simplistic pizza here, but getting flour here is a lot tougher than just going to the store for it. Likewise with cheese. The other stuff isn't so bad, but the flour and cheese is certainly going to be the most challenging to acquire on the islands.
Thankfully, there's a topic change, and Guzma doesn't have to lament the lack of sweet, sweet junk food on the islands for long.]
Uh...this? [Guzma quirks an eyebrow at Tim, making a face at him. Does he really not know, or is he playing dumb?] I ain't exactly a tome of secrets when I'm upset, bro.
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Thankfully, there's a topic change, and Guzma doesn't have to lament the lack of sweet, sweet junk food on the islands for long.]
Uh...this? [Guzma quirks an eyebrow at Tim, making a face at him. Does he really not know, or is he playing dumb?] I ain't exactly a tome of secrets when I'm upset, bro.