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The Mystery Meat Murder
"Dude! I could seriously go for some Chinese food right about now!" Gus looks over to Shawn with a look of disgust and amazement.
"Shawn, you know you've had Chinese 4 times already this week? "
"Well that's not too bad."
"You do realize its only Wednesday right?" Shawn mouths an O and searches the depths of his snack drawer.
"Yeah guess I should settle for these pineapple jelly belly beans…and yes I did pay a random kid to sort them out for me…" Shawn notices Gus's look. "What? Do you seriously expect me to separate them all myself? That kid only did it for a dollar!" Gus snorts and mutters something about labor laws as he goes back to searching through his drawers.
"Shawn…did you have that kid sort the jelly belly beans here when I was out?"
"No why do you ask?"
"Instead of finding my amazing pen that I've had for a year… A YEAR SHAWN… I find a drawer full of grass and dirt flavored beans. "
"Oh yeah, I told him to store those there in case you got hungry later. Oh look! A hotdog eating contest is about to begin!" Shawn points to the TV with a look of disgust and awe while Gus gags a little at just the thought of watching a hotdog eating contest.
"A man shouldn't be able to shove a whole hotdog down his throat…"
"You know that's right, this is worse than that one time I found that dead squirrel in my shoe …I'm not even sure how he even got into my apartment."
"Or she, Gus. Don't discriminate against our squirrel community. Maybe someone accidently fed it peanut butter I mean it makes sense right? You would think a squirrel could stomach that but man was I wrong…" Gus gives Shawn a suspicious look and gags a little as the hotdog heating contest begins.
"Shawn if you change the channel now I promise I won't watch spelling bee repeats of last year for a week…a whole week Shawn…" Shawn lets a little sigh out for dramatic effect and freezes before he changes the channel.
"Dude, I think that guy is choking…" Gus looks back to the tv and quickly looks away.
"Nah I think he's trying to hold back the puke…at least that's what I would be doing…actually never mind I'm not ashamed, I would puke right there in front of everyone under the table. "
"No man I'm pretty sure he is choking right now…oh lucky us! I think this contest is being held pretty close to here. Let's go check it out!" Gus gives Shawn a stern look.
"Heck no, I'm not going, I just can't respect men that can shove hotdogs down their throat."
"Gus! There might be some chicks there too, you never know. Think of…."
"I'm in Shawn let's go." Gus grabs the car keys and heads out the door with Shawn following.
"Thunda dogs hoooo!"
"It's cats Shawn, although that fits the situation better."
"I've heard it both ways."
A/N: Hey! I know this chapter isn't very long but I want to get a feel on if people would be interested or not in reading this story. If so, the following chapters will be longer! Thanks for reading! Let me know!