What if you and Socrates Opened little caesers In Ancient Greece?

What if you and Socrates open little ceasers in ancient Greece? Day 1. You and Socrates arrive in Athens with dough cheese and a stone oven. The market smells like olives and piss. You mix flour and water in a bowl. You stretch the dough flat with your hands. Socrates stands beside you watching closely. He asks, "If bread becomes pizza, wasn't it always just pizza?" You ignore him and spread crushed tomatoes across the dough. You cover it with thick white cheese. You slide the pizza into the hot stone oven. The cheese bubbles and turns golden. The smell cuts through the market. People stop talking and gather around your stand. Day 2. You return to the agora with Socrates. A fisherman buys the first slice. He takes a bite. Greece runs down his fingers. Then he buys three more. Socrates begins asking the crowd questions. If a slice makes a man happy, should he not seek another slice? The crowd agrees and lines up. Day 3. Athens loses control. People walk the streets holding slices. Students skip philosophy lectures. Socrates stands outside shouting to the crowd. A wise man knows the value of two slices. The line doubles. At least Socrates is being fucking useful for once. Week 1. Your oven never stops burning. You cut slices faster than you can bake them. Socrates now works the front of the stand. He greets every customer with a question. Is a man truly full if he stops at one slice? Month 1. Half of Athens eats pizza every night. Philosophers debate with slices in their hands. Your pockets fill with silver coins. Socrates writes new philosophy on a scroll. He calls it The Theory of Infinite Slices. Year 1. Athens no longer runs on olives and bread. It runs on you and Socrates questions.