I gave Jupiter a phone call to ask about it.
"Jupiter's Pizza," said the massive gas giant.
"Uh, hi. I wanted to ask about your white spot turning red," I said.
"Okay. Is that for delivery or pickup?" asked the planet, whose spots are caused by massive perpetual anti-cyclone storms in the gaseous environment.
"No, I want information! Not pizza! About the planet! I looked up Jupiter in the phone book and called you."
"Oh. This is a pizza place. Sorry!" said the planet, which some astrophysicists conjecture might have been a nascent star that never took shape.
Then it hung up on me.
