*Dante is evidently lounging in the common area of his apartment, sprawled out on the couch with the D-T on his stomach. The gauntlets some people might have seen last time are gone, but the grip of his sword can be seen leaning against the arm of the couch.*

Well, that last week was weird, even by my standards. That sorta thing happen often around here or did I just get lucky?

Well, whatever the case, a sad, sad fact has come to my attention. A disturbing number of the people here have never tried pizza, and that's just a travesty. But you're in luck! I've managed to find a pizza place and now that we're outta the movies, I'm going to help rectify this situation.

There's just one problem. I ain't got the dough to get enough dough to feed all of you. So, any souls around here kind enough to chip in a few bits to make sure there's grub to go around? I'm not settin' a minimum limit, just remember that the more money I got, the more food and drink there's gonna be.

I'm plannin' this thing for Sunday at lunch time in the free apartment's cafeteria, no invitation necessary. Only one rule of attendance: no fun killing assholes allowed.