'boli.

kids,
what's better than one big broccoli bread?
the answer is blowing on the wind,
as generated by the futuristic teleport:

yup.
individual stromboli bombs, b!tches.
we doo-doo that kind of delicious dopeness
for each sharky gluttony at the dinner table.
no need for frenzy, we're all getting fed, friends.
that's a thing.
we activated them with false chee',
and nootch, obviously,
and big green florets of freshness,
and caramelized onions,
and pretend bacony strips, activated and crumbled,
and then took it to eleven with pan-fried,
GpOp'd butterishnessed artichoke hearts.
that's right, nutrient-rich nootch-blasted grenades
of spiky flavor, strewn within the rolled up
pizza burrito we know and love, my ninjas.
woooooooooord.
i mean,
even unbaked they had it going on.

c'mon.
super-salubrious seriousness in baked bread form.
neighbors,
sometimes we need to let everybody have their OWN.
i know,
that's a new thing, but it's a good one.
we get busy.
we stay busy.
our business is our own,
and we're willing to share;
never quiet, never soft.....