She had promised him a bunny. Bunnies were hours of fun. The limit of fun one could have with a bunny was constrained only by how long the animal would take to die of fear. But even then a bunny could still provide plenty of enjoyment. Besides he needed a new loin cloth anyway, and bunny fur didn't chafe. So, he had followed her request and thumped over to the grocery store for a carton of milk and box of cookies. The irony was astounding, but he really wanted that bunny.
-Swish swash- the doors hummed open. Dragging his large trademark blade behind him, Pyramid Head entered the Safeway Grocery Store. Instinctively he raised his knife to quash out the life of unfortunate store clerk who had made the mistake of wishing him a good morning. But then Pyramid Head remembered the bunny, and the knife connected un-life threateningly against the floor. The poor clerk backed away slowly and began blubbering, glad to still be amongst the living.
-Screeeek- Pyramid Head dragged his knife behind him through the store creating a jagged trench in the tile as he went in search of the cookie aisle. Carrying the tidy little red basket probably only added to the absurdity. But he was in no mood to spill milk today, and it was harder then it looked to juggle a giant knife, a box of cookies, and a jug of milk without the milk striking up an intimate relationship with the floor halfway back from the ill positioned dairy aisle to the checkout.
Pyramid Head remained of the strong opinion that they really needed to rearrange grocery stores in order to better position the dairy department closer to the door. Being in the back of the store really was not a good place for it at all. Looking up Pyramid Head realized he had totally overshot the cookie aisle and was now wandering somewhere around cereal. He took out his frustration on a helpless box of cheerios before turning around and heading back to the cookies.
But then he couldn't remember what kind of cookies she wanted in the first place. All Pyramid Head wanted was a bunny. Why did things have to be so difficult? Using his knife he smashed about half the Keebler shelf into his basket before heading decisively for the milk. At least there was only one kind of milk. He threw a gallon on top of his basket and started the expedition back towards the checkout from the relative obscurity of dairy.
-Thunk- Successfully he plopped his basket down in front of a strangely non-perplexed non-petrified cashier. The cashier dryly rang up the items from his basket without even flinching. Pyramid Head desperately fought the urge to end the un-amusing clerk's life by smashing the cashier in the head with his large trusty knife. Damn it! Pyramid Head really wanted that bunny. So, the cashier would get to live for now. Pyramid Head made a mental note to come back and torment this listless clerk to death later, paid for his bill, and slung his grocery order over his knife free shoulder.
Pyramid Head's return to the apartment was greeted by a rather bubbly demand for cookies which he dropped on the floor along with the milk. A squeal of glee was followed by a question, "Did you have any trouble at the store?"
He just started at her blankly and thought to himself that it better be one hell of a bunny.