The Ultimate Comic-Con Challenge

I have two tickets here to the screening of 30 minutes or less.

for some idiot to rob a bank for us.

A trick.

Where do we get our dough?

We'll deliver anywhere in 30 minutes or less. In order to get these tickets, I need you to rub your stomach, pat your head, stand on one leg and give me 15 pizza toppings within 30 seconds. You think you can do it?

No. But I can try.

Absolutely. I mean, you're freaking Rambo. The Jedis, the Star War guys, they can do anything, right?

I have magical powers. Yes, I do. It has to be bouncing. No.

Ready? Set. Go.

Sardines, sausage, green peppers, this peppers, tomatoes. What else? Bananas. I don't know. Mushrooms, lettuce, Canadian bacon, chicken, basil, olives, garlic, bacon, pineapple. You said pineapple, huh? Um. Uh. Um. What else? I can't think of anything harder than I thought it would. Red onions, blue onions, green onions, cow tongue, eyeballs, steak, jalapenos, chips, and the other things. Die.

Who in the hell put shrimp on their pizza? Along with your red, yellow, green, purple, blue, orange onions. You put lettuce on your pizza. It's kind of gross.

It's disgusting.

It's fine.

It's absolutely disgusting. You don't like arms or any like loins. You can't just chop off a whole arm or leg. It's not my choice to judge what you put on your pizza.

Okay, I mean, you get the tickets. Like, are you able to go tonight?

Yeah, actually, we needed those. We have his hands on your head. Guess what? You just brought a gun to a bomb fight, officer.