The smell of baking pizza filled the air as Mark, Tony, and Maria gathered around the oven, eager to see the fruits of their labor. Mark felt a mix of pride and nervousness; it was his first time making pizza, after all, and Tony had put him in the spotlight.

The timer dinged, and Tony opened the oven door. Out came the pizza—or at least, what was supposed to be a pizza. Instead of a perfect circle, the dough had taken on an odd oblong shape, with toppings scattered haphazardly. Some pepperoni were clumped together in one corner, and the cheese had formed odd lumps instead of melting uniformly.

Mark's face turned red as he took in the chaotic sight. "What the...?" he muttered, trying to process what he was looking at.

Diane was the first to react. She stifled a giggle before covering her mouth, but laughter quickly escaped her. Maria followed suit, bursting into laughter, clutching her sides. "It's... it's a masterpiece!" she gasped between laughs.

Tony shook his head with a smirk, chiming in, "Looks like you got yourself an abstract pizza, boy! Picasso would be proud."

Mark glanced at the pizza, then back at the others, utterly mortified. "Come on, guys! It's my first time making pizza! What did you expect?"

Tony couldn't contain himself any longer, laughter erupting as tears welled up in his eyes. "Well, not... this!" He waved at the pizza, still chuckling. "It looks like the pizza got into a wrestling match and lost!"

Feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, Mark sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "I guess I went a bit hard on the dough."

Tony, still recovering from his laughter, grabbed a pizza cutter. "Alright, let's see what this tastes like before we send it to the trash."

Mark quickly added, "You can't just waste food! You know the saying—'Don't judge a book by its cover.' Maybe it tastes better than it looks."

Tony chuckled and nodded. "Fair point. Let's give this thing a shot."

With one swift motion, Tony sliced into the oddly shaped pizza. The moment he tried to lift a slice, the cheese clung desperately to the rest of the pie, stretching out like gooey taffy. Tony pulled a little bit harder, and the cheese stretched... and stretched, but just when it seemed it would snap, it hilariously recoiled, slapping back onto the rest of the pizza.

For a moment, silence enveloped the kitchen as they processed what had just happened. Tony stood there, dumbfounded, holding nothing but a slice of crust, while the cheese remained resolutely attached to the rest of the pizza.

Then the room erupted in laughter. Tony's laughter was the loudest as he nearly dropped the crust, unable to contain himself. "Oh my God!" he cried between wheezes. "What is this? Pizza or a bungee cord?!"

Maria leaned against the counter, her face red from laughter, while Diane, trying to maintain her composure, completely lost it, her shoulders shaking as she laughed out loud.

Mark, desperately searching for a place to hide, put his hands up defensively. "Come on, guys! It's not that bad!"

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Tony wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, shaking his head. "Kid, I expected something I could eat, not pizza that fights back!" His laughter roared again.

"Hey, give it a chance!" Mark insisted. "You can't just throw it away without tasting it! Maybe it's delicious."

Tony, still grinning, gestured to the pizza. "Alright, alright. Let's try this before the pizza grows arms and slaps me for laughing."

With a chuckle, Maria took a piece, pulling it slowly to avoid the cheese catastrophe Tony had experienced. As she took a bite, her expression softened, and her eyes lit up. "You know what? It's actually... not bad!"

Tony looked skeptical but finally took a bite as well. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Huh... well, I'll be damned. It's ugly as hell, but it tastes pretty good!"

Mark sighed in relief, a small smile creeping onto his face. "See? Never judge a book—or a pizza—by its cover."

The room settled into a content hum of chewing and light chuckles. The tension from the pizza disaster melted away, leaving behind laughter and the smell of fresh pizza.

Just then, Maria noticed the time and the crowd building outside. She decided to break the lighthearted atmosphere. "Alright, guys, we need to wrap this up. Customers are already crowding the entrance. If we don't hurry, they might just break the windows!"

Tony chuckled, feigning an exaggerated gasp. "Sorry, I have to stop our food tasting event! We can't have a pizza riot on our hands."

Mark and Diane immediately apologized for wasting Tony's time, but he waved it off, still smiling. "Hey, I had a blast! Maybe we try this again sometime."

Mark turned to Tony, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thanks for teaching me how to make pizza. I really appreciate it."

"You can always come back to learn more," Tony replied with a wink. "Who knows? Maybe your pizza will end up on our menu if you can teach me how to make it just like yours!"

Mark coughed in embarrassment, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "Yeah, I think I'll stick to eating pizza for now."

As they bid farewell to Tony and Maria and made their way back to the truck, the sound of laughter still echoed in the kitchen behind them.

Tony watched as Mark and Diane passed through the back door of the kitchen. Maria, noticing Tony's absent-mindedness, came to his side and said, "That's very unusual of you to let someone cook in our kitchen, and you even taught the young man how to make pizza."

Tony, hugged by Maria, replied, "He seems kind of lost, like he was out of place. Kinda reminds me of when we first got into this town after running from that place." His thoughts drifted back to those days.

"He looked lonely—unlike me, who has you to lean on. Even though we faced discrimination, I have someone like you to rely on. But Mark seems to be alone, confused, like there's no one he can rely on."

Maria, standing by his side, asked, "So that's why you decided to teach him how to make pizza?"

Tony scratched his head, reflecting. "That's how my father did it whenever I felt frustrated. He always said, 'Whenever you feel sad or happy, pour it all into the dough. No matter how you punch, pinch, or twist it, it won't judge or strike back.'"

Maria looked at her husband lovingly. "Didn't know my husband was so considerate."

Tony felt embarrassed as Maria poked his bulging stomach. "Ahem... Let's start baking some pizza."

Maria chuckled as she watched Tony ran back to his station, beginning to knead some dough.

Meanwhile, Mark and Diane enjoyed their strange but tasty pizza. Mark felt a sense of accomplishment—not just from making pizza but from forming a new friendship with Tony.

As they climbed into the truck, Mark couldn't shake the growing sense of belonging in this strange new world.

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