PIZZA.
FOR FISH.
BY FISH.

Delivered to the upper reef by those who would rather be anywhere else. All hail Bruce.

THE REALM OF BRUCE

Shark Bruce rules the reef with an iron fin. He ate Nemo in '97 and has held court ever since. The upper currents belong to the wealthy reef-dwellers. The lower silt belongs to the rest.

Pizza is the only luxury permitted to cross the thermocline. The wealthy order. The poor deliver. Bruce watches from the drop-off.

THE DELIVERERS

They swim up from the silt every evening. They hate every second of it. They do it anyway.

GILL THE GUPPY

Three kids in the lower trench. Been delivering since the current changed in '96.

"Every time I see their fancy bubbles I want to pop them with my own fins."
FINN THE FLOUNDER

Flat since birth. Still has to carry the boxes sideways through the reef.

"They tip with algae. I tip my hat and swim back down."
BUBBLES THE BASS

Used to sing in the trench choir. Now only carries pepperoni.

"Bruce ate my cousin. Now I bring his distant relatives pizza."

ORDER NOW

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