I'd like you to write a short story where Superman and Batman argue about the best pizza topping when, in the end, they are called away before finishing.
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main aapako ek choti kahani likhnaa chaahunga, jahaan superman or bitman sabase achche pizza topping ke bare main bahes karte hai, jab ant main, unhen khatm karne se pehle dur bulaayaa jaataa he.
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superman or bitman justise lig se ek achche din kaa anand le rahe the.ek saath complex ke chaaron ore tahaltey hue unhone apane kuch pasandida khaadya padaarthon ke bare main baat karnaa shuru kar diya.

bitman ne apane paal se kaha, "main aapako bataa duun, superman, kuch bhi nahin ek neuyork-style ke pizza ko paneer, pepperoni or sockes ke saath dhadkta he. bas sahi maatra main topping jahaan aap unka swaad le sakate hai or abhi bhi slis ko mode sakate hai," bitman ne apane paal se kaha.

superman apane trek main ruk gaya."nishchit rup se aap majaak karte hai, bruce. yah sabase buniyadi pizza he jise maine kabhi suna he, or is par ek bhi veji bhi nahin he."

"haan, koi sabji nahin; yahi kaaran he ki yah bahut acha he. aap kya karte hai?"

"thik he, mujhe broccoli pasand he."

bitman ne twarit uttaradhikaar main kuch baar jhapai lee."broccoli, tum majaak kar rahe ho, he naa?"

"acchhee tarah se sirf broccoli nahin, main bhi ise kuch pyaaj or ek safed chatnee ke saath pasand karata hum."

"ek pizza par safed sos, aap un logon main se ek hai, huh?"

"yah swaadisht he! mujh par vishwaas karo. is bare main kuch he ki yah kaise sirf khasta crust ke saath milakar pighalaata he. yah ek or baat he; yah kurkura hona he. un flopy neuyork pizza main se ek nahin he."

"mujhe yah bhi nahin pataa ki use kya kahana he. aap apana pizza bhi nahin kar sakate?"

"nahin, nishchit rup se nahin; koun apane pizza ko modana chahta he? mujhe ek acha pataakhaa-style kii papadi pasand he jo ki jab aap ise katate hai to crunch karata he"

"superman, mere dost, yah pizza nahin he. mujhe nahin pataa ki vah kya he, lekin yah pizza nahin he."

"is bare main kaise, chalo apane pasandida sthaan par yahaan se baahar udate hai or aap apni style main do slis pakadte hai. phir ham apane liye udaan bharenge, or aap broccoli ko ek mauka dete hai."

bitman ne apni thudi par haath rakhaa or anurodh par vichaar kiya.lekin isse pehle ki vah jawaab de paata, haul main ek alarm lag rahaa tha.superman, bitman kii bhadakaau abhivyakti ko dekhte hue, use ek sir hilaa diya or phir ve donon galiyare ko suraksha kaksh main bhaag gaye.

bank of computer or monitor tak pahunchate hue, ve sambhavit videshi mul ke mumbai main ek visphot kii ek nai report dekh sakate the.

superman ne bitman ko dekha or kaha, "thik he, mumbai main koi pizza nahin he, lekin aap behatar maanate hai ki jab ham kar rahe hai to ham ek tukdaa praapt kar rahe hai."

"aapako yah mil gaya," bitman ne jawaab diya, "chalo suut karte hai or din ko bachaate hai."
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main aapako ek choti kahani likhnaa chaahunga, jahaan superman or bitman sabase achche pizza topping ke bare main bahes karte hai, jab ant main, unhen khatm karne se pehle dur bulaayaa jaataa he.</s>
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superman or bitman justise lig se ek achche din kaa anand le rahe the.ek saath complex ke chaaron ore tahaltey hue unhone apane kuch pasandida khaadya padaarthon ke bare main baat karnaa shuru kar diya.

bitman ne apane paal se kaha, "main aapako bataa duun, superman, kuch bhi nahin ek neuyork-style ke pizza ko paneer, pepperoni or sockes ke saath dhadkta he. bas sahi maatra main topping jahaan aap unka swaad le sakate hai or abhi bhi slis ko mode sakate hai," bitman ne apane paal se kaha.

superman apane trek main ruk gaya."nishchit rup se aap majaak karte hai, bruce. yah sabase buniyadi pizza he jise maine kabhi suna he, or is par ek bhi veji bhi nahin he."

"haan, koi sabji nahin; yahi kaaran he ki yah bahut acha he. aap kya karte hai?"

"thik he, mujhe broccoli pasand he."

bitman ne twarit uttaradhikaar main kuch baar jhapai lee."broccoli, tum majaak kar rahe ho, he naa?"

"acchhee tarah se sirf broccoli nahin, main bhi ise kuch pyaaj or ek safed chatnee ke saath pasand karata hum."

"ek pizza par safed sos, aap un logon main se ek hai, huh?"

"yah swaadisht he! mujh par vishwaas karo. is bare main kuch he ki yah kaise sirf khasta crust ke saath milakar pighalaata he. yah ek or baat he; yah kurkura hona he. un flopy neuyork pizza main se ek nahin he."

"mujhe yah bhi nahin pataa ki use kya kahana he. aap apana pizza bhi nahin kar sakate?"

"nahin, nishchit rup se nahin; koun apane pizza ko modana chahta he? mujhe ek acha pataakhaa-style kii papadi pasand he jo ki jab aap ise katate hai to crunch karata he"

"superman, mere dost, yah pizza nahin he. mujhe nahin pataa ki vah kya he, lekin yah pizza nahin he."

"is bare main kaise, chalo apane pasandida sthaan par yahaan se baahar udate hai or aap apni style main do slis pakadte hai. phir ham apane liye udaan bharenge, or aap broccoli ko ek mauka dete hai."

bitman ne apni thudi par haath rakhaa or anurodh par vichaar kiya.lekin isse pehle ki vah jawaab de paata, haul main ek alarm lag rahaa tha.superman, bitman kii bhadakaau abhivyakti ko dekhte hue, use ek sir hilaa diya or phir ve donon galiyare ko suraksha kaksh main bhaag gaye.

bank of computer or monitor tak pahunchate hue, ve sambhavit videshi mul ke mumbai main ek visphot kii ek nai report dekh sakate the.

superman ne bitman ko dekha or kaha, "thik he, mumbai main koi pizza nahin he, lekin aap behatar maanate hai ki jab ham kar rahe hai to ham ek tukdaa praapt kar rahe hai."

"aapako yah mil gaya," bitman ne jawaab diya, "chalo suut karte hai or din ko bachaate hai."</s>
