Meet Bored Trader # 4663
PERCIVAL P. PEPPERONI "THE PIZZA PROPHET"🍕
Former Pizza Delivery Driver...
Accidental Spiritual Leader... Missing Since 1997
In 1997, Percival P. Pepperoni was a perfectly ordinary pizza delivery driver in Key West, Florida...
He had a rusty Honda Civic, a girlfriend named Denise, and a firm belief that pineapple belonged nowhere near a pizza...
Then, on a rainy Taco Tuesday night, Percival received an order for three large pepperoni pizzas...
Delivery address?
An abandoned radio station in the Everglades...
The customer paid $200 cash, told Percival to leave his car running, and invited him inside for what was described as
..."a brief discussion about the nature of money"
Percival didn't come home...
Denise eventually married his cousin Pietro Pepperoni, who owned the pizza shop...
His Honda was found six months later outside a Waffle House...
The keys were in the ignition... The radio was tuned to a station that wouldn't exist for another twelve years
For the next twenty-nine years, Percival's whereabouts became the subject of increasingly ridiculous rumors...
Some claimed he'd joined a secret alpha commune...
🙈🙉🙊
Others said he'd been living on a houseboat, broadcasting pirate radio shows about the collapse of the global banking system...🔊
A retired customs officer swore he'd seen Percival in the Bahamas, arguing with a parrot about inflation...
And then there were the UFO reports 🛸👽
Several locals claimed to have seen strange lights hovering above the abandoned radio station the night Jerome disappeared...
One witness described a brilliant beam of light, a humming noise, and what sounded suspiciously like a man shouting..
"DON'T LET THEM LAND! THEY PUT PINEAPPLE ON EVERYTHING!"
Percival's disappearance even inspired a six-part Netflix documentary called THE LAST DELIVERY...
It featured retired FBI agents, UFO investigators, and a former Pentagon official...
The series explored alien abductions, government conspiracies, and the mysterious radio frequency that wouldn't exist for another twelve years...
Percival then suddenly resurfaced in 2026 wearing a filthy red bathrobe, a Rastafarian knit hat, and the same pizza shirt he'd worn on his final delivery...
He carried no luggage
Just an old pizza box...🍕
Inside was a handwritten notebook containing hundreds of Bitcoin wallet addresses, dates, and numbers...
The first entry was dated 2009
When Whale Street's investors asked how he'd accumulated so much Bitcoin, Percival looked genuinely confused...
"Bitcoin? Brother, I thought those were coupons"
Apparently, he'd been accepting Bitcoin for pizza since the earliest days of cryptocurrency...
He'd even traded two large pepperonis for what would eventually become a small fortune...💵
Nobody knows exactly how much he owns...💰
Percival refuses to check...
Percival insists money was invented to distract humanity from something far more important...
"You ever notice the richest people on Earth are always trying to get to space? Brother, somebody up there owes somebody down here money..."
But there's something else about Percival...
He occasionally mutters in a language nobody recognizes...
He refuses to enter buildings with satellite dishes...
And whenever someone asks what happened during those missing twenty-nine years, his eyes go wide👀
"Brother, I've seen things... Terrible things...
Things you wouldn't believe..."
Then he leans forward and whispers...
"They put pineapple on EVERYTHING!"🍍🍍🍍
These days, Percival spends his mornings sitting outside Pietro's tiny pizza shop downtown, drinking terrible coffee and offering unsolicited wisdom...
His most famous advice?
"Everybody wants a slice of the pie, brother... Nobody wants to wait for the dough to rise..."
Crypto's biggest investors now seek him out for financial guidance...
He charges nothing...
But he does insist they bring pizza🍕
And whatever you do...
Don't mention pineapple🍍
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