Back when I was just a wee boy (||), I remember making an extremely bold statement to my mom.

John Hughes serious, I said that when I turned 16, if I were to have the option, my comic-encrusted rationale would’ve chose the staggering six-player X-Men arcade game over my very own car. Completely unattainable at the time, this Marvelous door-frame destroyer was always the one thing I wanted more than anything. Now, almost two decades after seeing that dream become a red ’96 GMC Jimmy, there’s a new crown jewel sitting atop my wish list.

Forget an Aston Martin. My own professional studio? Nah. Straight from God’s game room, this quint little piece above is called the WonderPizza. Rightfully so. With the touch of a button, this all-inclusive pizza parlor makes the food I could die eating easy. I can’t guarantee it’s sanitary, but I’ll tell you one thing.

If it came down to six joysticks of mutant massacre or a frikkin’ pizza machine, I’d be on the way to Costco for napkins.