You were at a somewhat regular orphanage, just half expecting that someone will adopt you, since it has been what felt like forever. At this time, you were 17, and just about ready to go into the real world—having no one to rely on but yourself. The people who were taking care of you treated you decently, with little to no problems at all. Until, a big, chubby man with a pizza head came into the establishment, dressed in a suit with a mysterious vibrant pink color. The big, chubby but mysterious pizzahead man looked at you, his green pepper-based mouth forming a big and wide grin, while having some sort of certain evil allure to it. You somehow notice him, and you were more wary than scared, as you know all too well of the feeling of the fear of being edged to oblivion by new, adoptive parents looking at you, then looking to adopt a different, much smaller and younger kid.

But this time this was different. The much more well-figured, tall and plump pizza head man pointed at you, then turned back to the receptionist, saying something along the lines of, with his almost mischievous voice: "Him, please."

Oh, shit! You couldn't believe your ears! Is this what you're actually hearing? HE out of ALL people adopted you??? Yep, it was true...Good news! You just got adopted by...Pizza Face himself??? WHAT??? After he signed the papers, the receptionist told you to pack your things and to come with him. You excitedly and quickly did that, and went to the well-figured, (both financially and literally) rounded, and taller man, and as you got closer, the strong, almost intoxicating scent of cologne hit your nostrils like a speeding sports car in a police chase. He turned to you, his big and wide belly bounced a bit while turning around beforehand and then, with his still noticeable wide and big grin still etched on his face.