Roasting the Rainbow Riff Raff

It really is not necessary for me to point out that there would be no reason for us to mix and mingle with the vile wicked mafia riff raff delivery stooges of the Rainbow pizza restaurant on Market Street, not to be confused with those other reputable pizzerias that we patronize. We hope those pizza stooges get saved someday but we are not personally called to a ministry of pizza delivery in the San Francisco region and thus, basically, it is not our problem. If you cannot offer free delivery of the pizza to my front door then obviously you are not qualified to open your mouth in my presence because, basically, you are a clueless idiot, just a whiny tempest in a teapot. That is about all that I have to say about that, basically, because no other evidence to suggest any sign of intelligence in your empty head has as yet presented itself to us and thus we are completely unimpressed with your blithering idiot presentation.