Snippet #2768422

Several things happened in quick succesion. First his fellow Yyban, Ravioli linguini or whetever his name was had insisted that M'Kama did not have enough pizza, to which he concurred and grabbed another slice. Then Percy insisted that he and the Pizzapasta man knew one another...perhaps due to the fact that they were of the same race and hailed from the same land to which M'Kama shook his head irritably and then one of his companions seemed to have bumbled herself into an oven from the looks of it.

Sighing, M'Kama glanced dully at the nervous Otis, who raised a hand and doused the flames out. "You know the tools of your trade best, friend," he said, speaking once more to Mamamia Calzone. "I'd pull her put safely, before much more of a commotion is made."