Meatwad was eating carpet in his room. Shake was out of the house doing pointless things as usual, and Frylock was in his room, so he could finally have a chance to relax....and enjoy the silence....and eat carpet. Then, all of a sudden, a familiar being busted through the window. Meatwad smiled big when he saw who it was.

"Happy Time Harry! You're back!" Harry walked over.
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know, dim-wit." "Okay, ummm lemme think. I eat carpet, I like to watch them Golden Girls, I like to make sculptures outta doo-doo and eat them, oh! I also like-" Harry quickly stopped him.

"Look man, that is SUCH interesting info, but, where would the liquor in your house be?"
"I don't know, Frylock says I'm not allowed to know where the liquor is or drink it, but I saw him and I think that the Carribean Rum is in the top kitchen cabinet and the Vodka is in the bottom cabinet and-"
"Ok thanks." Harry started to leave when Meatwad became sad.

"I always seem uninteresting to people, even my old friend, that's why..." He started to tear up and get his sad face. "People always walk away from me." He was crying at this point.

Ah man, Harry thought. That Fry guy's gonna hear him cry and see me. Poor kid, he's kinda cute though. Harry decided to comfort him by patting him.

"Nah man, it isn't like that. I never liked listening to people, it's nothing against you. I...I actually kinda like you." This made Meatwad smile.

"Really? Even back in the day when you were throwing those toy soldiers at me? Or when you were setting dynamite off on me?" Harry felt guilty.

"Well, I don't know. I like you alot anyway, okay? Now how bout I get that liquor and we can chill out together?"

"That sounds good!" After he said that, Meatwad hugged him. "You're the best person I've ever known! I love you!"

Wow, Harry thought again. Does he know what he's actually saying? I mean, he is dumb. Well hell, I don't mind it. I'll say it too! "I love you too, Meat."