<p>We watched as the flour settled across the land. The smell if marinara was thick in the air.</p><p>"That son of a bitch. He really did it," I said to myself as I looked upon the rubble of the demolished hut. </p><p>The chef turned back to me and smiled, fresh mozzarella in hand.</p><p>He really had done it.</p><p>He had out pizza'd the hut.</p><p><a href="/tags/microfiction/" rel="tag">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="/tags/joke/" rel="tag">#Joke</a> <a href="/tags/pizza/" rel="tag">#Pizza</a> <a href="/tags/pizzahut/" rel="tag">#PizzaHut</a> <a href="/tags/silly/" rel="tag">#Silly</a></p>