Michael Garibaldi ((B5, application, open rp))

[chief_michael]

Just five more minutes. He had five more minutes before his shift was over and he’d be able to retreat to his quarters with a hot pizza and 4 or 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Things were finally going his way.. which had him worried. Because when things went his way, it meant that something was gonna go wrong, something always went horribly,

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[ugly_old_hat]

"Pizza!" the Hat squealed. It was generally more of a baked-goods kind of accessory, but pizza was interesting. Some of its gaudier bling hung from its brim and jangled noisily as it waved in excitement. "Yes, you must make pizza!"

[chief_michael]

"Um.. ok."

He was already becoming used to the weirdness of the school, so being told by a flying hat with shiny baubles that he had to cook.. wasn't that odd. "You more a pepperoni and sausage kind of.. hat?"

[ugly_old_hat]

"Pepperoni, sausage, pineapple, zucchini, whatever's the rage these days with you kids!"

[chief_michael]

"If you can find me good pepperoni and sausage, you're on. And if the kitchen's as well stocked as I've been told, I'll throw in some bagna cauda for good measure."

[ugly_old_hat]

"We have many kinds of food in the kitchen, and in the food libraries! Food of all kinds, from all over. I'm sure you'll find some someplace."

[chief_michael]

"And I can call that a step up from the fake crap we had on Babylon 5. You could get the real stuff, but it was way too expensive."

[ugly_old_hat]

"Aha! If you love food so much, then we have an entire library of them just waiting for you!"