Rogue: Listen, Sting. I wasn’t trying to step on anybody’s toes. Maybe I just make a phone call and get us a lift to Sabertooth guild.
[Rogue operates a communication lacrima.]
Rogue: Hi, I’d like to order a large pizza for delivery with mushrooms, sausages, pepperonis, pineapples, Canadian bacon, anchovies, and green peppers.
Sting: That sounds delicious, Rogue. But, aren’t you going to have anything?
Lector: If Sting-kun eats it all…(puffs his cheeks)
Sting: There’s not an ounce of fat below my neck!
Rogue: Now, you’re going to deliver that pizza to Sabertooth guild, right? Well, would you mind doing me a favor and pick us up on the way?
Sting: Tell them to forget the whole thing. I’m in the mood for Chinese.
Rogue: (angrily yells at Sting) Shut up! (goes back to the lacrima) Oh, no. I said “Line up”. We’ll line up by the side of this road with a sign so we’re easy to spot.
Rufus: (makes a sign) I see you’ve done this before.
Rogue: They’ll be here in two minutes or it’s free.
Frosch: Rogue, you’re smart.
Sting: Well, it was mostly my idea.
Rogue: Great. Then, you’re buying the pizza.
[The pizza deliverer comes.]
Yukino: Everyone, come on. Let us go.
Sting: Why do I have to be the one who pays for it?
Rogue: Hey, it’s your pie. You buy. Don’t open your big mouth, unless it’s to eat pizza.
Sting: (leans behind back of the cart) All right. If I’m paying for it, I get the first half and then I get the second half too.
Rogue, Frosch, and Lector: Huh?
Sting: Now that’s settled. I guess we’re ready to go (laughs in strange manner). Oooh! (falls down as the pizza delivery cart leaves)
Orga: (in the cart) We’ll tell you how the pizza tasted.
Sting: (groans) Oh, if that driver thinks he’s getting a tip, forget it. What is it?
