It all started when the tower decided to hold a pizza party in recognition of the guardians hard work. Now you see, resources are scarce in a post-apocalyptic world, so they could only pick two toppings. The shipwright at the time was adamant about getting pepperoni and you don't argue with the person keeping your ship in the air, so that only left room for one... The vanguard felt that it was only fair that the very guardians they were rewarding got to pick. The titans were all like "whatever bruh", but the hunters and warlocks? Well... "We think it should be Italian sausage." "Harumph. We warlocks would prefer pineapple." "PINEAPPLE!? What kind of POS topping is that!? Who puts friggin FRUIT on a pizza!?" "Someone who prefers an elegant dish from a more civilized age. You wouldn't be able to appreciate its intricate taste." "Pffffffffft. You just can't handle all that meat can you? Does it give you the rumbly-tumbly? You just need something light and FLOOFY don't you?" What happened next was a rapidly escalating series of events that...............don't need repeating. That poor frame in the hallway leading to the hangar had an arc grenade go off a bit too close to him that day and now he just stands in that hall sweeping...forever...