[ WP ] The last pizza maker is on his death bed .

He coughed into his arm. Blood specked the bandages that wrapped the IV around his wasted limb. 
 
 `` Please sir, tell me again how you prepared the tomato sauce,'' I said. 
 
 The pizza man's voice mumbled incoherently, the translator looked at me and shrugged an answer. 
 
 I was frantic, but I kept my voice as steady as possible as I spoke to my translator. It took us five years to find this man, the last pizza maker on earth, and only five days to assemble a team to gather the fragments of information held behind those cataract eyes. Now we had maybe five minutes before the secret to what was once the most important staple of the American fast-food diet was lost forever. 
 
 The pizza man took into his lungs what would be his last taste of this world, then spoke clearly. I remained fixed on my translator, even as the final vestige of a more delicious age turned cold. The translator turned to me and said, `` Guys, I worked the cash register at Domino's.''
