"Ah, another day at the office." states Matt unnecessarily.
"It's a pizza place Matt, hardly an office." notices Brian.
"Yeh, guess so Brian." says Matt, at the moment unaware he doesn't have any idea who Brian is.
"Wait a minute! I don't know any Ryan." concludes Matt. "In fact, I don't know any Brian either! Who are you??"
"I'm Pinise's replacement" exclaims Brian.
"Oh, I see, fair enough then" retorts Matt suspiciously, beginning to realise his detective potential.
"Well good day then." says Matt, and with that he leaves despite the fact he only arrived at work 10 minutes ago.

Sitting at home, Matt begins to feel more like Nancy Drew than ever, and in contrast to the comments of the mean NHS punks, it isn't because of his "man boobs" but in fact the growing investigative instincts which now simmer inside of him. He tries to piece the puzzle together but currently has only one suspect, Brian. His motive? To gain employment at Domino's Pizza Premises. His opportunity? Well, he looks pretty weird, he probably has a gun somewhere and I doubt he'd have a woman, so he'd have plenty of time to plan such a thing. Trying to use the powers of deduction, Matt has seen enough Sherlock Holmes movies... ok, so he can't afford a video player, he's bought enough books... ok, he stole them from the Nambour Book Exchange, happy now?? (NOT YET) Ok, ok, so he got someone else to steal them from the Nambour Book Exchange, gee! Anyway, he concludes that it is always the person that you least expect, ruling out Brian as a suspect and bringing into consideration Alonzo Ronaldinho, a quiet unassuming character. With that thought he nods off to sleep.

"Aaahhh!!!" yelps Matt, as he wakes up with two hands wrapped around his neck.
"Oh, wait, these are my hands," says Matt, realising his stupidity, he decides to go and get some breakfast only to realise that the only cereal left is cornflakes.
"Gee, this is turning out to be a shitter of a day." remarks Matt. But little did he know it is soon to get worse.
"Ah, the morning paper, you will humour me with some silly anecdotes" asserts Matt with renewed promise.
"OH NO!!!!" shrieks Matt
"What's the matter dear?" questions his Mother
"They found the Pinise killer, it was Brian!" blurts Matt
"Oh, yes, they should put him in jail forever and ever. Gee, Jailhouse Rock was a great song by Eddie Bravado" yips Matt's Mum. Realising his mum was not going to make any more sense for the rest of the day Matt head's off to work, slightly disappointed that the only suspect he ruled out was in fact the guilty party.
"I guess I'm just not cut out to be Nancy Drew" thinks Matt, accidentally saying it out loud.
"SURE YOU ARE FATTY, CHECK OUT YOUR TITS" yells some NHS punk out of the bus window. Only adding to Matt's misery, rather than cheering him up as I am sure the punk's intentions were.

Matt finally arrives at work, 2 minutes early. But this seems to go unnoticed and his boss is quickly on his case.
"What happened to you yesterday Matthew?? We needed extra staff here, the demand for pizza was unusually high." complains his boss.
"Abnormally high?" asks Matt
"Yes, strangely high" retorts his boss, who is yet to establish a name, but I'm sure when he does it will be humourous and/or funny.
"Peculiarly high?" queries Matt again.
"YES! I said it was uncommonly high, stop playing synonymical games with me!!" yells Mr Andrew Smith, his boss.
"Sorry, I just found it odd that the pizza demand would be exceedingly high" replies Matt.
"THAT'S IT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU AND YOUR SMART A*** REMARKS!!!!!!! YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!" with that, Matt slowly walked out of the Domino's Pizza Premises for the last time.

He sat outside Bridgestone Tyre Centre for a while just pondering.
"I woke up strangling myself, the only breakfast was the one I hate with a passion, I found out I am a shit detective, well, apart from my chest size, and then I got fired. I guess this is what it is like to Fall Like a Domino" says Matt to himself, almost in tears. With that, he decided to walk down the Main Road to Target Country and to check in the Brazier section to see just how big his chest really was.

**Editor's Notes.
The pizza demand on that day was in fact unusually high. Refer to Fig 1.1

Fig 1.1

Through common sense you should realise the day in question is approx. Day 13

THE REVIEW:

Bronson K Volcomstalker: Lengthy. That's what I first thought to myself when skimming this story over. Funny. That's what I thought when I was reading it. Surprisingly juicy. That's what I thought after reading this story and getting stuck into a fresh apple. "To Fall Like A Domino" is a bit lengthy compared to the rest of the entrants, but I think its all the better for it. It kept me entertained throughout without resorting to crude language, toilet humour or naked chicks. Taking a novel approach, Borham loosely bases his narrative on Prince's 1984 megahit, "To Fall Like Domino's". Recognising the true genius of Prince's ode to the tribulations of working in the pizza industry, Timmy expands and develops a great idea into an even better one. From just three verses, four chorus', a few samples and a saxophone solo, Borham is able to construct an entertaining story from the faintest hint of a plot; all whilst keeping true to the fantastical reality created by Prince. From it's delightful look into the household of the Ronaldinhos, to the fearsome description of Matt's boss, Timmy is able to entertain and shock, all the way from the introduction to the denouement. Although, however stunning the rest of the story is, it reaches its gut-tickling crescendo with the line, "SURE YOU ARE FATTY, CHECK OUT YOUR TITS", which Prince fans are sure to rocognise as the B-side on "To Fall Like Domino's". Unlike other stories which seem to try to appeal to everybody without providing a consistent tone or message for anybody, "To Fall Like A Domino" is a G-rated narrative that knows its audience of the young and the young at heart. This is a story to be shared with the whole family. Possibly even the neighbours. Spike Firestorm: Less talking more violence.