Here's the second unfinished chapter. Enjoy I guess
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Giorno stared in the refrigerator at the grocery store.
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This delicious food item lay in the cold metal tray, ready to be prepared.
Giorno, looking for lunch to bring to the gang, bought five of these Italian cuisines.
He especially loved the title of them.
"DiGiorno" It sounded like his name, Giorno, but with Di in front.
He got in his shitty car and drove down the street to where the gang was hanging out. He took four of five of the pizzas out of the car and delivered them to the gang to be put in the hot oven. He went back to the car to grab the last one.
"Oh, sweetie," he whispered. "You're coming with me."
Giorno slithered with the pizza down to his basement where he heated it up, and took it out of the oven.
"Ahhhhh....." He purred, taking his shirt off. He wrapped the large steaming hot pizza around his hairy Italian chest.
