Holy hell was not expecting that dear god my sides.
It's story time, children!
Once upon a time, I went up to the woodses with over a hundred different people, some of them hot, and devoured the entire resources of the area and then some. Specifically of these resources, there were some prepackaged wheat ingredients from northern Minnesota shipped all the way to Arizona to go into the mouths of ungrateful little shits. This was combined by a mastermind chef who should go onto 5 star Las Vegas Kitchen Hell or whatever, wherever, and combined it with cow meat, glorious ultimate tomatoes praise be to God, and the all-American creation of pepperoni. This conglomerate came forced down my throat by a select group of well-meaning sociopaths, but I soon learned their ways and followed their deliciousness all the way down their gullets until I was pooped back out again in this itty bitty roasting desert farming town made only God knows why.