[ WP ] You run an interstellar pizza delivery business .

When First Contact happened, I was delivering a large pepperoni pizza. The guy who ordered it told me to come inside, and I was about to say no, fearing a mugging or something, when I saw his TV at the end of the appartment. The news channel was broadcasting a speech by the United Nations Secretary-General. It looked important, so I walked in and we listened to it over pizza and coke. We had received a communication from alien sources and the world was never the same again. 
 
 A few years afterwards, I was runnning my own pizza place, and the governments of the world were planning the future landing of alien dignitaries. The aliens had a similar digestive system to ours, and it was decided that the meeting would be accompanied by a hearty lunch. Culinary experts were brought in from all around the world and they chose French cuisine as the pinacle of human food, to be served at the meeting. 
 
 When the aliens arrived at the UN Headquarters in New York, the large tables were set, Heads of State from over one hundred nations were sitting, and I was delivering two small funghi to a close neighbourhood. Who could have guessed that after devouring the lunch in a few minutes, the aliens' ultra sensitive olfact senses would pick up my pizza's smell? Amidst divulging faster-than-light technology, they aked for the source of that odor and the UN sent a full SWAT team after me. At the time, I had been delivering pizza in New York for years and it took the squad a full two hours to catch me, but soon I was back at the restaurant preparing for the most important food delivery in the history of both pizza and Humankind. They loved it. 
 
 Soon, our Pale Blue Dot was welcoming species from all over the galaxy and I opened my own place, specialized in delivering to those with more two eyes and purple skin. Within a few years, I was way ahead of the competition and bought a license for extra-atmospheric commercial transport. With the tecnology which was now available to us, I the proud owner of the first interstellar pizza delivery service. At first, we counted on humans again; those that had been colonizing new asteroids and moons often craved that simple greasy italian-created, american-made fast food. However, the aliens that had enjoyed my pizzas back on Earth quickly spread the word and I was getting orders from all sectors and races. They were ridiculously addicted to it and my ships were given immunity, so I could deliver to both sides of the countless skirmishes, conflits and wars that shook the galactic theatre every cycle. 
 
 In fact, my cargo became so valuable, they made truces while pizza was being delivered, lest they accidentally shot a delivery ship. I was getting so many orders that entire wars were essentially stopped while my pilots manouvered around asteroids, comets and moons to feed those craving aliens. 
 
 And that is the story of how my pizzas brought peace to a longstanding warring Galaxy. *Pax Pizzana*.
