[He eyed his pizza slice as if it offended his great ancestors.]

...I'm convinced; this needs to be a thing in my gut by the end of the week, or I'm gonna start a riot. Whatchu think, boys? You wanna get grubby mitts on a spicy deluxe?

[There seemed to be agreements all around.]

Okay, okay- but where, then? Who's got this beast locked away where I can get all up in it?