Sirens blaring, lights flashing, they raced down the street.
"This was a 36PZ2 call?"
"Yup."
"Damn, punch the gas!"
The firetruck whizzed through a stop light causing drivers to slam on their brakes. They pulled in front of Poppy's Pizza - it was ablaze with light.
"It's still hot!"
"Good."
They drove away with their dinner.
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