“Sweet Tooth” was a very nice young woman, who just happened to always add something sweet to all her foods. Everyone loved her… especially the dentists.
One day, she wanted to try to sugar up her pizza order by ordering pineapple on her pie.
The overzealous, overworked, and bitter chef that happened to have been working that day didn’t take kindly at all to her simple request.
“PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA?! No. No, not on MY pie! I’d sooner rid the world of YOU than to make this wretched abomination!”
Sweet Tooth was never found.
On the anniversary of this most evil event, that loathsome man heard a rap on his door. Upon opening, he found a gift on his doorstep.
A box.
A pizza box.
Never one to turn down fresh pizza (especially one that smelled so good even with the lid down), he set off for his kitchen; pizza box in hand.
He sat at his dark and dirty kitchen island to inspect this most welcome gift.
He heard a faint whisper:
“You should have let me have it…. MY way…”
Then the box shook.
It JUMPED!
…then quickly silenced.
“What the…”
He slowly opened the box, hearing the most unsettling of gurgles and growls.
His eyes fell on the most horrid, putrid and painful looking pie; IT HAD CANDY ALL OVER IT!
Worse? Each slice grinned back at him with a hate he couldn’t begin to fathom.
The police found his body, headless and chewed down to the sternum, with his arms still clutching his fork in one hand and a knife in the other.
Officer NoName EasyVictim looked past the body at a closed pizza box, surrounded by a pool of blood. Completely deaf to the delighted, ethereal giggles of the sated vengeful Sweet Tooth, Officer No Name said
“I hope none got on that pizza. I’m starving!”
He inspected the outside of the box. It looked dry enough. “It must be fine. Great! I know what I’M having for dinner!”
Officer EasyVictim left that gruesome scene and headed to his comfortable home for a pleasant dinner, pizza box in hand.