"See? You just cut it up in thin slices-" Tweek showed him for what felt like the millionth time, pointedly cutting a thin slice off of what was left of the potato he was working on and glancing over at Craig. He frowned immediately when he saw that Craig wasn't even paying attention and instead had a lime green spatula in his hands, playing with it.
"Are you even listening to me?" he asked, not bothering to mask his annoyance.
"Yes," Craig glanced over at him, arching a large eyebrow.
"Then what did I just say?"
"Something about making chips. Bend over." he shrugged, pushing away from the counter and stepping behind Tweek. "I wanna see how loud this pops against your bare ass." he pressed the words into Tweek's ear, feeling him tense up and shudder against him.