Pizza Delivery's Corporate Records Office

[Rodent]

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*Date: 21st January, 818 AS*
*Comms ID: Pizza Delivery "Ol' Mac"*

Goddamn it, I hate paperwork. And I don't care if the bosses read it, cause they know it, and I don't care if they know it. Anyways, out with this durn paperwork already.

So we went to Bretonia, to do a buncha deliveries pre-ordered. Joined up with new guy flyin' the 11th Vehicle, and we rolled. We found a pretty haul along the way, good stuff for the cooks boss insist to have on board. I could do without the stink, but hell, job's a job.

We met a Zoner, named Uther. He ordered a colorful Tuna Fish Pizza, that was good. What was great was that he donated nearly Twelve million credits for our company to expand, provided we named the Tuna Fish Pizza "Uther's Delight." Well, if the guy has nothing better to do with his money, I ain't blamin' him, that's something for brass to look into.

There was this Interspace guy, he ordered Five pizzas, complete with Choco Lava cakes, bread toppings, and a buncha drinks. Ryan...something? Damn, I am bad with names. We delivered, and we recieved another donation. This time, nearly 2 million credits. If this doesn't make the bosses happy, they can have a go at my wife, cause that's all I can give them above this!

Onwards to Leeds, we hit a fight. A big fight. Looks like the Kusari-Bretonia war is a real war, not the paper war we got over at home. Lots of explosions. I swear a big blue ball...they call it a Mortar, just passed by me. Looked nasty. You don't pay me enough for this!


Then Eleven and I sold to a Corsair, Shaulaunca's...something, and a Kraut-sounding guy. At least, that's how they sound in those damned spy-vids. They paid promptly, then Eleven said that shift was up, and I was at the bar faster than you can say "PIZZA DING DONG".

Oh screw this, I can't speak anymore. Endin'!

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