Tortured and mangled, Hungry and hateful, Vicious and covered In viscous fluids. Hungry for pizza, the cannibal feasts. A creature of cravings and conspiracies. Black arts conspire with brick oven masters, birthing his face: the disaster, Dying a dead black crusty cancer without answers. The werepizza is after you. A werepizza hes been since the age of sixteen when he got disgusting... Since then hes preyed on the weak and the lame, covering them in pepperoni And garlic and olive and onion and peppers and cheese and broccoli And chicken and sausage and mushroom, jalapeños and anchovies. [Hello Sir, heres your pizzadear god young man what has happened to you? What are you talking about sir? What? What? Its your face! Its&its REVOLTING!!! You look like something birthed from a witchs cauldron boiling full of cheese that coated you while you crawled out and your skin is blistering and popping from the boiling cheese! Fuck you mister. I dont get paid enough to listen to this kind of shit! No wait! Do you want me to kill you and put you out of your disgusting misery? Fuck you mister! Well call me if you cant do it yourself.] BEWARE or be aware: Werepizza! BEWARE or be aware: Werepizza! BEWARE or be aware: Werepizza! BEWARE or be aware: Werepizza!