Teleport a Couple Thousand Pizzas to Me.

I'm not far away at all from another birthday behind the fences, and I can't help but chuckle at the idea of someone sitting in a prison cell in the future during a boring count, just listening to a bunch of nothing, perhaps meditating when all of a sudden --

POP!

A pizza box appears out of nowhere, sitting on a pedestal! In the box, there's a 1 meter wide pie, topped with cheese, vegan chorizo, mushrooms, onions, and green bell peppers. It's hot, fresh, barely out of the oven and into the box.

There is no reasonable explanation. Just a pizza box with no branding beyond a smiling face, sitting on an x-shaped pedestal that's a few inches thick to keep the pie box off our questionable floor, and twelve big, floppy, foldable slices of goodness. The air displaced by the sudden appearance of this massive box results in the large cracking pop that happens, hopefully not while Security is on the wing.

Look, I just want a better chance at getting the pizza than those guys had at the crab legs and weed that were flown over the fence at a prison in South Carolina last year. :')