Pizza Box Recon

Staring down that plastic shield guy got old fast. My stomach started making demands, so I ditched the shelf and navigated the drop down to the kitchen counter. That's where I found it: a massive cardboard box smelling like grease and toasted garlic. The lid was shut tight, but I jammed the flat edge of my sai right under the lip and levered my weight down. Cardboard groaned, and the corner popped open just enough for me to squeeze under. Jackpot. One leftover crust, still warm in the middle. Not the prettiest heist, but nobody argues with hot dough.