The night flew by as Kevin seethed in the car.  It was his own fault, which made it even worse.  Taunt somebody and Reality would tend to taunt you right back.  So, of course whatever fat bastard who was looking for a pig-out orgy would call for not one but two of those fucking Quads.  And of course Steve, grinning, would send Kevin to deliver the things since technically he was on the clock when the order came in.<br/><br/>So there he was, in his car with a broken radio whipping around curves to deliver the edible heart attacks-in-waiting to whatever slob had demanded them.  He scratched his stomach through his Cthulhu T-shirt.  The caption read "Cthulhu Tequila: This Time the Worm Eats YOU!" beside a picture of a tequila bottle that showed a disturbingly realistic image of an Elder Thing climbing its way out of said bottle.  The Thing was real and rendered from a photo Kevin had taken of the one he'd helped drive off.<br/><br/>Kevin pulled the car into a parking space, grunted as he removed the huge oven boxes and stumped his way to the motel room the customer claimed to be staying in.  He knocked on the door loudly and called out "Krazy Klown Pizza here with your order!"