Grocery shopping is probably the most boring thing to do. That's why parents force their slaves to go do it for them. "Where the fuck are the bananas." I muttered angrily to myself. Oh yeah did I mention my parents gave me a list of like a billion pointless things that I swear we never eat, since when do I eat cilantro…

I heard a familiar shriek. I smirked easily recognizing the voice. I moved the things on the shelf and looked across to see the twitching blonde boy picking up multiple cans he obviously dropped. I gave myself an evil grin, time to have some fun.

I grabbed some paper towels and tossed them over the isle and watched as they perfectly nailed Tweek in the head causing him to scream and fall to the floor holding his hands over his head. He then shouted, "Oh Jesus! The building is -nngh- falling down!"

I laughed harshly and rode the cart into the next isle, "Hey Tweekers." I gave him a devious smile. Something about picking on him was just so much fun, it must be his reaction.

He looked up at me nervously and eventually stood up while looking at the paper towels on the ground, "Oh Jesus! The gnomes attacked me! ACK!"

"You're a retard." I replied in my normal monotone voice.

He shook and went back over to his cart which was practically filled to the top with different coffee beans and coffee bags. I couldn't help but smirk, "Don't you think you have enough coffee?"

His eyes grew bigger, "Wh-What!?"

"You know what I learned?" I asked.

"What?" he asked while biting his lip.

"I learned that coffee can kill you. If you overdose it." I so don't know if coffee can kill you and you probably can't overdose coffee, I know it sure as hell ain't healthy to drink that much but I honestly don't care about Tweek's health I just want to freak him out.

Which I did. He jumped like a kangaroo and clenched his hair while holding in a scream, "I - nnth - don't want to die! Oh god the pressure! GAH!"

"Yeah I saw it on the discovery channel." I replied in a serious tone, "So how much coffee do you drink a day?"

"Four maybe five cups…nngh!" he muttered.

Wow dude that is not healthy. "Tweek your going to die soon."

"Gah! Oh Jesus! My parents are the ones who gave -mmth! - me it! He-help me!" he got on his knees and hugged my foot begging for me to help him.

I sat their my hands in my pockets and grinned. It's so much fun picking on him. "I don't know Tweek."

"Oh please! Oh Jesus! You mu-must hel-help me!" his lip quivered and his eyes were filling with tears.

I smirked, "Fine I think there is one way you can get over your addiction."

"What?!" he jumped to his feet and pleaded for the answer.

"Find a new addiction. A healthy one."

"Like what? GAH!" he questioned.

"Well let's see were in a super market let's see what food you like." we walked through the isles and I would pull out random things but every time it went like this…

"Gum?"

"It could glue my mouth together! Gah! Then I won't be able to talk!"

"That's a good thing."

"What?!"

"I said how about ice cream?"

"Too cold! Brain freeze! Frost bite! Hypothermia!"

"Retard…"

"Huh?!"

"Mustard!"

"I can't eat mustard plain! Ew…"

"Marshmellows?"

"Too soft."

"Lemonade?"

"GAH! Too sour!"

"Candy?"

"Too sweet!"

"Salsa?"

"Too spicy!"

"Jesus Tweek pick something!" I hissed angrily.

He looked around frantically while biting his lip. That seemed so seductive. That is seductive. So seductive I just can't resist. "I know what your new addiction can be."

"Wha-MMMMM!" yup you got that right I kissed Tweek and he went frantic. That's ok though you know how much I love freaking him out.