In this episode, Babe finds out the harsh truth about his favorite pizza delivery service.
Babe orders Domino’s, and gives specific directions to the delivery driver:
“I’m sad, write me a poem.”
Upon delivery, Babe is crestfallen to discover no poem with his gooey cheese goodness.
Babe (to Bitch):
“Well it is clear to me now that Domino’s does not care for my emotional well-being. I will remember that.”
Bitch (laughing at Babe’s failed attempt to find joy in the world):
“Guess we shouldn’t rely on Americanized, fast-food pizza for therapeutic support… Bummer.”
Now babe has subjected himself to watching children die endlessly because he depended upon Domino’s for help.
Moral of the story:
Don’t rely on your pizza delivery driver to boost your mental health.
Rely on pizza.
Pizza is always there for you.
Humanity is not.