Has anyone tried taking a sandwich and launching it to the moon?

Sometimes I dream about what it would be like to see the world from the perspective of a pizza. Is the pizza as stoked as its human counterpart at the sight of itself and is all like "♥♥♥♥ yeah, I'm Pizza!" or does he dismay at the inevitability of its own consumption? I wonder if the pizza sees human in the same dismal light, for in the end we too are consumed by our superiors - Time.

*Breathing intensifies*