Banana Man is staring at the wall watching the paint dry.
The paint has been dry for decades. It’s still dry.
He’s thinking: “To the T! To the B! To the Mutha-fucking G!“
He’s looking at The Last Slice, on the table cold for a while now, having left greasy trails on the paper plates.
He’s thinking: “What if that is the last slice of pizza that will ever be seen on Earth again?”
When you stare into The Last Slice, it stares back into you.