by The Unblinking Eye » Sat Feb 06, 2016 10:15 pm
A weary team files into the conference room, hoping that this will be the last time they have to go through this. Had Graham given himself up so easily? Although Papa still has the look of anger and fear that has framed his brow the last few days, it somehow seems mixed with a glint of satisfaction this time.
"Graham, I've got to say that I'm impressed. When you first applied for this job, I didn't think you were quite Papa John's material and said to myself that you wouldn't last a day here. That you've made it this far is not only surprising but actually a little uplifting. I've gained quite a bit of respect for you and am almost hesitant to fire you. But alas, I must. You've been driving away all my customers by luring them in with clever pizza names and then killing them with vile poison. Don't take this too hard, though, since in a few years, everyone here is going to be replaced with machines that automatically serve pizzas after you stick a few dollars in them anyway. You're fired."
grammatron has been fired. He was the final goon.
EMPLOYEES WIN!
Three months later
Papa walks through his pizza shop one last time. He is wearing dark sunglasses, so anyone observing him would not see the tears welling up in his eyes. Although, with the help of his team, he fended off the shadowy group of Transylvanian restaurateurs, he has now lost everything because of a series of lawsuits. First, Papa lost his millions from a class action suit for all the victims of the poisonings. Then, he lost control of Papa John's itself because of a wrongful termination suit brought on by Peyton. Combined with the fact that his precious Camaro was at the bottom of a swamp, and his one true love left him forever after being fired, he now has very little to live for. He's here gathering a few personal belongings before Peyton officially takes over the franchise. As he leaves, he drops his keys and accidentally kicks them under the deep fryer. Bending down to fish them out, he notices a tiny glass bottle. The only thing on the label is three small x's. He clasps the bottle in his hand, unscrews the lid, and takes a final look at the kitchen, thinking of the time he had it all.