Pepperonellifocellis

    "Hello, Welcome to Pepperonellifocellis, home of the Spicy Slice (TM)! Can I take your order?" the waitress, Rylex, asked Diggory.

    "Um, hi, excuse me, are all the slices spicy?" Diggory asked.

    "Sir, do you presume Pepperonellifocellis to jest about the Spiciness (TM) of its slices?" Rylex replied.
    "Oh goodness, no, not at all! I was just curious as to whether all the slices were in fact spicy. Do you have anything more on the mild side? It's my tummy you see. . ."

    "Sir, we have Spicy Slices (TM). We are Peppernoellifocellis after all. Would you like a slice or not?" Rylex asked, clearly frustrated with Diggory.

    "Oh, um, yes ok, I'll have a slice, thank you." Diggory said, deciding to face a Spicy Slice (TM), rather than endure any further beratement.
    "ONE SPICY SLICE FOR THIS GENTLEMAN HERE! Please have a seat, your robot will be with you shortly." Rylex told Diggory, typing the order on her holopad.

    Sigh "Okay, thank you." Diggory said as he waved his cylet for the WavePay scanner. He took a seat to remarkably wait for his Spicy Slice (TM) to be served to him by a robot.

    How am I ever going to get back home?  Everything is so strange and complicated in this futuristic cyberpunk world. . .