[ WP ] You are a travelled drug-dealer in the state of New York and open a pizza place as a cover for a drug operation . In doing so , you find your true passion , making pizza .

Ding! 
 
 The door of the pizzeria opens. A man is seemingly carried in by the wind. The man behind the counter knows immediately what he wants. He has the look. Run down, beaten up, and just looking for his next chance to not be so damn conscious. The drifter nervously approaches the register. 
 
 `` Do you have any of that..um..*special* pizza?'' He asks in a scratchy voice. 
 
 `` Yes sir I believe we do. Follow me.'' The man behind the counter says, winking on the sly. He turns and opens a door marked'EMPLOYEES ONLY'. The drifter follows. As he enters the room he is greeted by an amazing aroma. 
 
 `` This here's what you're looking for.'' The worker gestures at a machine in the middle of the kitchen. It seems to be cooking pizza. 
 
 `` Really? It seems so... normal,'' the drifter replies in disbelief. 
 
 `` That's what I thought, too. But this baby does deep dish, and some of the cheese filling in the crust!'' The worker says enthusiastically. The drifter is confused. He is admittedly not up to date on his code words, but deep dish? What could that possibly mean? 
 
 `` So... is it better?'' he asks. The worker is shocked. 
 
 `` Have you never had deep dish?'' he asks, appalled. The drifter looks at him, trying to figure out what game he's playing. 
 
 `` No?'' 
 
 The worker is blown away. His foundation has crumbled. The boss walks in. He does n't even notice. 
 
 `` Never?'' 
 
 `` Never. I've never even heard of it.'' 
 
 It's too much. This can not stand. 
 
 `` You have to try it! Right now!'' 
 
 `` Really? You'll just give it away for free?'' the drifter asks in genuine disbelief. The worker feels a pang of sympathy. He resolves to do something good for the world. 
 
 `` Absolutely. Deep dish pizza is something you have to experience at least once in your life.'' 
 
 The boss walks over to the conversing men. 
 
 `` Hey Jerry, can I talk to you for a second?'' he asks. 
 
 The worker holds a finger up to the drifter, gesturing that this will only take a minute. He follows his boss to the corner. They begin to talk in hushed tones. 
 
 `` Who is that guy?' 
 
 `` Some kind of pizza connoisseur. He came in and asked for'special' pizza. Can you believe that? How did he know that we just got the deep dish machine? Seems a bit down on his luck, though.'' 
 
 The boss is very confused. The drifter was very obviously not a pizza connoisseur. If anything he seemed like a connoisseur of how to get high....Oh. The boss remembered his old business. Before he found his genuine love of pizza making. He had hired Jerry after going fully legit. Of course he was n't going to know what this man was really after. 
 
 `` Jerry... there is something suspicious about that man. I think he works for our competitors. How else could he know about the deep dish machine?'' The boss says, thinking on his feet. A look of horror comes over Jerry's face. 
 
 `` That's low. Even for them. Faking homelessness. I did n't think they had the nerve.'' 
 
 `` I know. These are some sick bastards. I'll deal with this guy, but just remember this example, if anybody comes in here asking about our pizza, okay?'' 
 
 `` Aye aye captain. But please, let me deal with this clown. He made me trust him, I want to get to throw him out.'' The boss reluctantly yields with a nod. Jerry turns around. 
 
 `` Listen bud, I do n't know who you think you are, trying to steal our pizza secrets, but you need to get out of here right now!'' he says with all the macho-ness he can muster. 
 
 `` Look man, I do n't know what kind of operation you got runnin' here, but do you have the coke or not?'' 
 
 *'Shit.'* the boss thinks. 
 
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