My friend Matt was working as a driver at the time, later to become assistant manager because he got a DUI (working in store in pizza places is for high school girls and guys with DUIs). He was at a party with his girlfriend, talking with some guys that he just met and they started talking dirty about his girlfriend. It was their house, and he didn't have any friends at the party so he didn't start shit at all. Being a delivery guy at heart, he remembered their address.
They ordered, and as fate has it, Matt took the call. I think its important now, that I tell you a story about nature. You see, the rafters outside of the Papa Johns I worked in housed a family of what I assume was sparrows (or some other small bird). Sometimes, when the birds would have babies, the baby bird would work its way out of the nest, and fall do the concrete below. Then as the lay dead on the ground, ants come out and pick at their body.
Matt goes out, grabs one of the dead birds. Cuts it up into small slices, beak, feet, ants and all, and puts it into their pizza. Cooks it under the cheese, and even delivers it himself. The guys remembered him from the party, invited him in and smoked a bowl with him. Then they offered him a slice, which he refused.