My name is John, close friends call me Papa John. After numerous customer complaints I was forced to take serious action against Aimster, who is my employee. Following his 100th claim which came sometime last week (That he was filling the calzones with extra special cheese) I decided to compensate my customers. I hired 6 professional car thieves who were reformed at the time, however I was able to convince them to come back to work for one last mission using several coupons for a free 2 topping pizza. Sometime during his delievery hours, when we knew he wasn't at home we proceeded to take apart his car. We ripped out his audio system, and managed to steal 500 copies of the same NSYNC album out of his trunk. We then ripped off his wheels, being careful while removing the tires. We then took a trip out to a local nissan junkyard, purchased a pair of steelies for $150 and carefully balanced the tires on them. After which we proceeded to his residence and mounted the wheels, after which we slashed the tires. I then took a wad of LSD and proceeded to RIP into his leather seats mistaking them for Mama John's latest manwhore. We upgraded the cars of all 100 customers, and they seemed satisfied. I hope this fills the holes in aimster's story, for there aren't enough penis' in the world to fill mama john's. IF YOUA EXCUSA ME IMA GONNA GO PLAYA SUPA MARIO, EH!