"How about chilli for dinner tonight?" Token suggested to his friends, now his roommates.
"Nah, I'm more in the mood for the meatloaf Tweek's mom made for us." Craig said in his usual nasally, yet monotone voice, staring at his phone.
"But I want spaghetti! Who eats meatloaf?" Clyde whined.
"Tweek and his parents, for one. Me. Token, you eat meatloaf too, right? Yeah, see Clyde?"
"We can always get takeout, you know, guys." Tweek murmured, but none of the other three heard him.
"Why do you want spaghetti anyway? Spaghetti is shit."
"No it isn't! Don't insult spaghetti like that, Craig! That's not cool."
"I thought you were a man of tacos, Clyde."
"Great, thanks Token! Now I want tacos and spaghetti!"
"Ew, what kind of combo is that?" Craig looked up from his phone to the brunette. "You disgust me sometimes, man."
"You're disgusting too! I still want spaghetti and tacos!" Clyde pouted, Craig making gagging noises, earning a chuckle from Token.
"Uh, guys, seriously. Takeout's still an option. There's Italian.. Chinese, Thai, or just pizza.. Wait, would pizza and Italian technically be the same thing..?"
"I mean Craig's right, dude. We'll probably get sick if we eat those together." Token reasoned, earning a nod from Craig.
"See? Token agrees."
"I want chilli though."
"Guys. Takeout." Tweek was beginning to get annoyed. None of them looked in his direction.
"Spaghetti and tacos are too heavenly of a combination to get us sick! How dare the two of you?"
"Or, you know, we can go out to eat?" Token offered, earning a wild head shake from Clyde and a cringe from Craig.
"Too much money and too long of a wait!" Clyde argued.
"Too many people, don't forget."
Tweek shook his head, and walked to the room the four shared. He opened up Clyde's drawer, pulling out an airhorn, god knows why he had it. The jumpy blonde then walked back, and when the three continued to argue,
"Spaghetti and tacos!"
"Boooo, meatloaf."
"Chilli..?"
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
"Holy shit!" Clyde fell off of the couch, his eyes starting to water as nobody was agreeing with him, the loud noise startled him and he fell off of the couch. A bit dramatic usually, but for Clyde's standards, not really.
Token and Craig only flinched, immediately looking towards the noise to see Tweek standing there, an airhorn in hand.
"Tweek, what was that?" Token stared wide-eyed at the blonde.
"I second that, hon." Craig now had his attention to his boyfriend, confusion unmistakable in his expression.
"First off, I said, "How about we get takeout"? And second, none of you were listening so I tried to find another way to get your attention."
"You could have just yelled, you know." Craig reminded him.
Tweek grinned. "I know, but I wanted to see Clyde cry."
"Bitch!" Said boy was curled up on the ground, crying dramatically.
"Takeout could work, sure." Token said. The raven-haired boy next to him nodded.
"I don't give a crap anymore because apparently, my opinion doesn't matter!" Clyde wailed, only to earn a flightless finger bird from the monotone boy standing beside his crying form.
"Thing is, what could we get?" Tweek wondered.
Token said "Thai." at the same time Craig said "Fuck it, pizza." and Tweek suggested "Chinese?".
"How about all of them?" Clyde looked up hopefully.
"No, Clyde!" The other three said in unison.