It's a Bingo! instant pizza machine. I never liked those things, they taste like artificially flavored cardboard boiled in grease.
There's an empty pizza box in there.
It's an instant pizza machine.
It's a garbage bin.
That's a traveltube, moving pedestrians to and from the launch station in the other tower.
That's a shuttle station, with shuttles departing for destinations in the middle and top layers of the city. No shuttles ever land on ground level.
They got the coolest clothes in that store. The coolest and the most expensive. I saved for months to buy a pair of socks there once. The coolest pair of socks I ever had.
Cool and expensive.
Girl, you look good enough to eat.
Hey, cool, there's still a moldy, half-eaten slice of pepperoni in here. Appetizing.
I could definitely do with a change of clothes, and so what if this store's way out of my league? After what I've been through, I deserve to splurge a little.
I look good. I feel good. Thank God they had a thermal shower in there. I needed a proper disinfection and delousing.
I can't believe they wouldn't let me on the shuttle, just because my clothes stink and I look like a bum!
I mean, considering what I've been through in this outfit, I'm surprised I look as presentable as I do.
No, they won't let me on looking like this.
About time, too.
I am sorry, but this Bingo! instant pizza maker has been shut down by order of the Newport Department of Biological Warfare.
If you or anyone in your immediate family has enjoyed a delicious Bingo! instant pizza recently, please report to an area hospital as soon as possible. Have a nice day!
About time, too.
