Ihabia
But seriously, if I'm going to be Ahab the Arab, then you have to be Dominos.
Bahaha, deal.
Wait a gosh darned minute...
I'm not going to perpetuate some faceless conglomorate in an economic system which punitively alienates the proletariat from the artifice of their own creation, all for the sake of some bourgeois baron of the pizza industry, sitting atop his own pile of monetary excrement and smoking Cubans to the aristocratic banter of Fraiser, on his big-screen, satellite infused, Philips LCD flat-screen TV.
NO, NOT I, GOOD SIR, NOT I!