Author's Note: My sister came up with one, while we were on a bus. Not sure why. XDD
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"I've got to go…shopping..."
Noticing Guy's obvious distaste, Boyce looked up from his sudoku. "So? It might seem strange, but apparently it's a normal activity for humans."
Guy glared at him. "You know what? You've been spending too much time with Goldilocks. Yeah, you have. And it's not for me, it's for Caroline."
"Then I'm definitely not having anything to do with it."
"Why not?"
"When you go shopping for women, you always have to buy tampons. Haven't you ever read any of the silly girly internet fanfictions?"
"What?"
Boyce sighed. "Never mind. Point is, I won't be caught dead buying tampons. Period."
"Hah, you said period. Get it? Period."
"Go and ask Mac."
"Fine."
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After several long minutes of searching, Guy found Mac in the cafeteria. "I need tampons."
Mac raised an eyebrow, glancing around at the nearby occupied tables. "It's nothing to be worried about, Guy. There's a lot of men who have leakages later on in life."
"No, you stupid sodding ginger fop! They're for Caroline! Not for me!" He paused. "But do they really?"
"No idea. But put simply, you're asking me to come with you."
"Will you?"
"What do I get out of it?"
"I've got Caroline's credit card. I'll buy you chips."
"Deal."
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"Quick! No-one's looking! Now's our chance!" Guy darted out from behind the magazine rack and stole over to the toiletries shelf. "Oh, bloody hell! How are we supposed to know what ones to get?"
Mac shrugged and picked up a packet. "Not sure. Light, regular, super…" He frowned at the packets. "What the hell's an applicator?"
Guy stared in disgust at the image on the box. "I don't want to know. It looks….dangerous. Let's just grab all the kinds."
Spying a young woman walking up the isle, Guy grabbed madly at the packets. "Quick Macintosh, shove these down your jacket!"
"Why?"
"Because someone will see!" He hissed, before dropping them all over the floor. "Shit!" He scrabbled at the boxes and shoved them down Mac's jacket.
"Right! Now I can tick them off the list!" He got out the scrap of paper and his pen.
"Tampons…tampons…it's not…here." He looked up at Mac. "Do you know what this means?"
"We just wasted 20 minutes of our lives on tampons?"
"No, moron, it means she must be pregnant!"