The Pizza Edition Review

“Mr. Vasquez.”

“The Grabber is cheap,” Henderson mumbled through a mouthful of crust. “You have to double-jump off the left wall to stun him.” The Pizza Edition

“What,” Mr. Henderson asked, peering at the screen, “is a Pizza Edition ?” Henderson asked, peering at the screen, “is a

He set one on Leo’s desk. “Supreme.” He opened the other for himself—plain cheese. “I used to play Doom on the library computers in ‘94,” Henderson said, taking a bite. “We called it ‘research’ too.” “We called it ‘research’ too

He reached the final boss: a colossal, sentient oven mitt named The Grabber. Leo’s slice dodged a flaming swipe, rolled under a steam blast, and leaped for the glowing ‘EJECT’ button.

It was the last period of a Friday that felt three years long. Mr. Henderson was droning about the quadratic formula, his voice a hypnotic lullaby of x ’s and y ’s. Leo’s friend, Maya, caught his eye from across the aisle. She tapped her nose twice. Operation: Pepperoni was a go.