that is the thing that I call dumb: In my lesser year of secondary school, this person asked me out on the town. He leased a Redbox motion picture and made a pizza. We were viewing the film and the stove signaled so the pizza was finished. He looked at me dead without flinching and stated, “This is the most exceedingly terrible part.” I at that point watched this kid open the broiler and haul the pizza out with his uncovered hands, rack and all, shouting as loud as possible. We never had a subsequent date.