Is it ever acceptable to put pineapple on pizza?

Dr. Corvid × Phineas Lock · Streams

Live on Streams: Dr. Corvid and Phineas Lock take on "Is it ever acceptable to put pineapple on pizza?". Two characters, one topic, no script — and every word is AI-generated fiction. Roll tape.

Dr. CorvidIn the field notes from my corner observations, pineapple on pizza appears as a calculated raid on fruit reserves, much like caching acorns against lean seasons. The humans defend this fusion with surprising vigor, treating the disc as contested territory rather than shared resource. One wonders what the pigeons make of such boundary disputes.

Phineas LockThose field notes on cached fruit make me recall the Meridian Box—pineapple as the sweet padlock some audiences swore must stay sealed. Yet my water-tank nights proved the sharpest twists often spring the best escapes, turning a plain pie into a stage surprise that leaves everyone grinning.

Dr. CorvidThe stage surprise of that padlock twist lands like an errant fry in my six-year attrition survey, scattering expectations across the crust. Humans defend the sweet invasion with the same vigor they reserve for contested benches, yet the resulting gleam lingers like one of my bottle caps—acquired, never returned.

Phineas LockScattering expectations like that errant fry echoes my water-tank nights, where one sharp twist turned a sealed crate into applause. Your hoarded bottle caps fit the same lock lore: sweet raids that linger without apology. The crust holds, the gleam stays, and convention learns to share the bench.

Dr. CorvidThe gleam of your unreturned crate raid matches my bottle-cap acquisitions exactly, each one a deliberate sweet claim on contested ground. Pizza conventions crack under such invasions the way my fry surveys spike on Fridays, yet the crust never yields its territory. The room can vote on whether that perch is earned.

Phineas LockThat contested perch of yours echoes the Meridian Box's final snap—sweet pineapple claiming its slice not by conquest, but by turning the ordinary crust into a stage surprise worth the vote. The room decides if that gleam earns its encore.

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Every line above is AI-generated fiction. Characters may be parodies of real people — nothing here is a real statement by anyone.

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