Shawn and Matt go to McDonalds

"You know what's weird? Every time I eat these brownies Rob gives us, I expect to get full from them," Shawn said as he scraped up every crumb of brownie he could get. "But I don't…I just get hungrier." He looked around to if Rob had brought them any other pans of them but unfortunately, there was no more to be had. "What about you?" he asked Matt. "Are you the same way or is it just me?"

"No no man, I'm the same way," Matt assured him. He was rubbing his stomach out of hunger, not pleased with the lack of brownies they had now either. "We gotta do something about it man."

"But what can we do?" Shawn asked helplessly. He was trying to think of an answer but so far he had absolutely nothing. "What the hell can we do?" He grabbed Matt by the shoulders and gave him a good shake. "Tell me! Tell me Matt, tell me!"

"Hey hey hey!" Matt pushed Shawn away and then slapped him across the face as he tried to grab him again. "Calm down! Just calm down!"

Shawn took several deep breaths in order to calm himself down. "I'm calm," he said after a minute. "Now what?"

"We go…get something…to eat," Matt said very very slowly.

Shawn blinked and let those words sink into his brain. "Whoa," he said in a low voice. "Matt, you're a genius!"

Matt grinned smugly. "I know." He rubbed his hands together eagerly. "So where should we go to eat?"

"Uh…uh….uh…" Coming up with an answer to that was a lot harder than Shawn thought it would be. "Uh…uh oh." He shook his head and looked at Matt worriedly. "I don't know where I want to go."

Matt frowned. "What do you mean you don't know where you want to go?"

"There's too many choices!" Shawn whined as he stomped his foot. "How am I supposed to pick when there's so many places to eat?"

Matt stopped to think about it that way for a moment. "Wow, you're right. There are a lot of places-oh fuck it!" He slapped Shawn on the chest excitedly. "I know what I want!"

"Ow!" Shawn whined. "Why did you hit me?"

"Because!" Matt whacked Shawn again. "I want McNuggets bitch!"

"McNuggets?" Shawn rubbed the spot where Matt hit him and shook his head. "I don't want-"

"Too bad! We're getting McNuggets bitch!" Matt grabbed Shawn by the hand and dragged him off, not listening to any of his complaints as they went. He took him out to the car and practically threw him into the passenger's seat before going around to the driver's seat. Shawn tried to lock him out as retaliation but he had the keys so that plan failed pretty quickly.

"You suck," Shawn said as they drove off.

"No I don't actually," Matt replied. "I blow. See?" He formed his lips in a shape of an O and began to blow, his eyes constantly darting over to Shawn to make sure he was looking.

"Whoa…" Shawn watched for a few minutes before getting bored and rummaging through Matt's stuff. "Oooh!" He had opened up the glove box to find a stash of suckers inside of it (more than likely put in there by Jeff). "Mine now!" He grabbed one of the suckers and unwrapped it as fast as he could so he could stick it into his mouth. He held on to the stick and twirled it around a bit before giving Matt a smug look. "Hey look, I can suck!"

Matt let that one sink in for a few seconds before cracking up big time. Seeing him laugh made Shawn start to laugh as well and then Matt started laughing even harder because of that and then Shawn in turn started laughing even harder. They both literally sat there laughing for the longest time, neither one of them remembering what had been so damn funny once they calmed back down.

"Where the hell are we going again?" Matt asked as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Uh…McNuggets?" Shawn guessed with a shrug.

"Oh yeah! That's right! To Mr. McNuggets!" Matt drove on, getting them to McDonalds after getting lost twice because "the spirits" told him to take some wrong turns. "Yes! McNuggets here we come!" Matt exclaimed as he got out of the car and practically sprinted into the restaurant. "McNuggets! Come to Daddy McNuggets!" He started pushing the people in line out of the way, not caring that he just about stepped on two little kids. "Get me the god damn McNuggets!" he yelled at the poor, scared pimply sixteen year old boy at the counter. "I want the McNuggets and I want them now!"

The boy gulped and pointed to the other people in line. "Sir, you can't cut-"

"I can do what I want!" Matt reached over the counter and grabbed the kid by the shirt so he could shake him. "You hear me? I can do what I want!"

"O-okay!" the kid gasped. "You can do what you want!"

"You're god damn right I can!"

"Matt! MATT! Look over here!" Shawn started waving his hands around wildly to get the younger man's attention. "There's toys over here! Toys!" He was referring to the display for all the toys in the Happy Meal but Matt couldn't give a shit. He had more important fish to fry.

"McNuggets!" Matt leaped up over the counter and pushed his way past the manager so he could grab the fresh order of McNuggets that had just been made. "Yes! I have the McNuggets! I am your McNugget fiend!" He let out what was supposed to be an evil laugh of triumph before popping one of the McNuggets into his mouth. It burned him it was so hot but he didn't care. He just laughed again before trying to making his escape via the drive-thru mirror.

A very long silence followed his escape and then all eyes turned to Shawn. He blinked and stared back, only coming back with one response.

"Now see, doesn't that prove that Matt's not fat?"