I open the door in a Western-type sequence. "Maghanda nang mamatay," I say, teleporting behind you. "Nothing personell, kid," I use my ability of making things bad to worse to turn your pizza into pineapple pizza. I steal the briefcase and run, pulling out a Drampa and riding it. "Ride, Falkor, ride!" and borf all over the pizzeria, then diving into the local Good Burger, take some burger then go into my igloo.