Something was bothering Claire.
Pizza.
She'd actually never cooked one. They were always either frozen, ordered, or cooked by her mother on the days where she'd given her servants a day off. Claire hated those days, apart from the prospect of eating delicious, delicious pizza.
Pizzas were one of Claire's favorite foods, and it was bizarre to her that, although she was a magnificent cook, she had not managed to cook a simple, delicious pizza.

It was the weekend, and no shows were on, she'd watched all her dvd series, and groanspring was quiet-- she'd already sent out her fact of the day. She was hungry, too. Long story short, she was bored and hungry. Several things crossed her mind, but the one that stuck was that she should cook a pizza. So, she did.
Claire decided that she would put the ingredients on as she went. She needed no recipe for this. With amazing skill, the freezer door was opened and Claire grabbed a base, flung it onto the pan (recently sprayed) and closed the door again. Something seemed wrong, though... she had no music! So, she used her magic finger to flick to her favorite pizza song. And, play!
She did a little booty-dance at first to the song as the cut up some chocolate which she lovingly sprinkled over the base before putting on the mustard as a sauce. She licked her fingers as she waddled over to the fridge to find more ingredients. Ooh, coconut sprinkle! She ate half of it raw, then she put the rest around the edges to make a crust. How delightful!
Claire sat down for a moment, taking it all in. It wasn't as though she was a pro-pizza cooker, after all. She sat up after about four minutes and clicked her fingers to the pizza song, which was on repeat. She did a twirl to the cupboard, where she got some scab-flakes© and put them in little clumped piles around the pizza. How scrumptious! Her pizza was looking good so far, but it needed some meat. What about fish? Excellent idea, Claire! She went to her fridge again and grabbed the first fish she found. It was a floresce! She cut it up and put the uncooked chunks in lines across the pizza.
It was almost done... it just needed one thing: cheese! Claire had plenty of cheese from all the different animals. She even had cat cheese! That actually tasted quite nice, to be honest. She started grating all 34 different blocks of cheese (3 times each) and sprinkled the cheese with love all over her masterpiece. It was ready for the oven! She had remembered to pre-heat it this time and as she put it in, she could smell the aromas of all the different foods fused together.

With such a packed pizza, it was obviously going to take quite a long time for the pizza itself to cook. Luckily for Claire, there was a large mess on her bench which desperately needed cleaning, and it seemed like it was going to take a while. One by one, she rinsed each utensil and put it in the dishwasher. Then, she carefully folded up each packet of food and put it back in its proper place. The bench, by this stage, seemed to be covered in a disgusting grime from everything that she had done to it. It was time to clean it. First, she ran to the cleaning cupboard and grabbed out the spray bottle to spray the bench and get as much gunk off as she could. After that, she got the scrubbing brush and scrubbed as hard as she could. The bench was almost clean! That sure was a relief. She gave it a quick wipe down and it looked sparkling new. She whipped around to check on the pizza. Almost done! She had time to set up her table with a checkered red and white tablecloth. She did a weird little tippy-toe running thing to check on her pizza and decided that is most definitely was done! She got out her favorite cooking gloves and took out the pizza, placing it on the bench and fanning it to cool it down. The cheese dripped slowly and both Claire and her stomach licked their lips. It looked fantastic. The melted chocolate just added to the aromas now floating around the room. She sang a little song as she cut up the pizza
“This pizza is so delish, I will put it in a dish. I will eat it with lots of care, and none of it will go in my hair!” lyrical genius, Claire.
The first bite was like heaven. Claire thought it would be fitting to have little angels floating around her head. Every little flavor in the pizza made Claire's head spin with happiness. Sure, it would taste disgusting to anyone else, but Claire was a glutton. Obviously.

In conclusion, thought Claire, I think I shall definitely make this almost every day. Wonderful.