「中英文」元宇宙之雪崩（1）(11)

What a fucking rat race that is. CosaNostra Pizza doesn"t have any competition. Competition goes against the Mafia ethic. You don"t work harder because you"re competing against some identical operation down the street. You work harder because everything is on the line. Your name, your honor, your family, your life. Those burger flippers might have a better life expectancy—but what kind of life is it anyway, you have to ask yourself. That"s why nobody, not even the Nipponese, can move pizzas faster than CosaNostra. The Deliverator is proud to wear the uniform, proud to drive the car, proud to march up the front walks of innumerable Burbclave homes, a grim vision in ninja black, a pizza on his shoulder, red LED digits blazing proud numbers into the night: 12:32 or 15:15 or the occasional 20:43.
那是什么他妈的老鼠赛跑。 CosaNostra Pizza 没有任何竞争对手。竞争违背了黑手党的道德。您不会更努力地工作，因为您正在与街上的某些相同操作竞争。你会更加努力，因为一切都在等着你。你的名字，你的荣誉，你的家庭，你的生活。那些汉堡鳍状肢可能有更好的预期寿命——但无论如何，这是什么样的生活，你必须问自己。这就是为什么没有人，即使是日本人，能比 CosaNostra 更快地移动比萨饼。送货员自豪地穿着制服，自豪地驾驶汽车，自豪地在无数 Burbclave 房屋的前面散步，忍者黑色的严峻愿景，肩膀上的披萨，红色LED 数字将引以为豪的数字闪耀到深夜：12:32 或 15:15 或偶尔的 20:43。