“Wow, kid, am I ever glad to see you!!” Mike’s voice was filled with that excitement that Aara had previously learned to be afraid of “How ‘bouts you give us a ride for some cash! 200 Mulanian bucks in fact.”

Now it was the pizza guy’s turn to boggle “W.... w..... well okay I mean SOUNDS GREAT MR......uh ......”

“Mike, just call me Mike,” this was distracted, “C’mon Aara lets get out of this place NOW!!!!!!!!”

A sleek ramp descended from the sleek craft. Pizza places were in high demand, especially ones that delivered to the far reaches of the galaxy; the intergalactic pizza adds usually advertised free delivery for up to 67 quad kilometers from the great pizza producing factories of Vega 12 (and delivery anywhere else, for a price). This was why the pizza companies of the galaxy got fabulously and disgustingly rich which was, in turn, how and why these companies trusted their delivery beings with revoltingly expensive equipment. They unfortunately skimped a bit on the required training for the afore mentioned machinery and it was not an unheard of for one’s pizza to arrive a matter of some years late.

This particular delivery being had three eyes, twelve arms and a large antenna sticking out of its forehead at a cockeyed and slightly demented angle. Aara took a seat on one of the sofas farthest away from their new escort.

Mike however didn’t seem to even notice the oddities of the delivery being or anything else for that matter, he simply asked a simple question, “Headed to Vega 12 then, are you?”

Mike of course knew of the wondrous factories that produced wondrous pizzas and wondrous Cesar salad and not to forget the Coke and breadsticks. Mike also had a plan to sample these delicacies once again. It had been six long years since he had been able to eat REALLY GOOD PIZZA. Earth crap was not the same at all, though he had tried it on many occasions and, complaining bitterly, eaten a whole lot of it too. It went really well with the painfully bad Earth beer that he had drunk rather a lot of as well. He supposed a man with a price on his head couldn’t be too picky.

One great thing about the Intergalactic Pizza Company was that they tended to charge a lot more fro pizza when it was delivered, although they denied this heatedly. If you actually found yourself on Vega 12 and went up to a counter and ordered a pizza and waited for it, they would charge you almost nothing (This went for the salad, Coke and breadsticks as well). The only problem with this was that Vega 12 is almost the hardest place in the galaxy to ‘end up’ in. There are rumors that state this is precisely the reason why the first makers of Intergalactic Pizza founded their pioneering business there. But rumors are but rumors and the obvious reason is the massive and thriving crops of basil, oregano, mushrooms, olives and Roma tomatoes. In order to ‘end up’ on Vega 12, you must travel across the realm of the primitive but bloodthirsty Zorganheisxleskds (It is believed that they call themselves that only to make it almost completely impossible for people to talk about them) THEN through a strange arm of the galaxy where stars are so thick that you can barely get through without melting the hell out of your ship and killing everyone on board because of the radiation. Only the pizza delivery beings know the secret rout through, and this is what Mike was currently trying to figure out....