"What the hell Shake? You said that's what you wanted!"
"Wha? You never listen, do you? If only you would just LISTEN to me once, we wouldn't have these problems!" Frylock went to the chair and sat. He put his face in his hands and started to cry.
Shake noticed this and hesitantly edged towards him. "You're not, uh, crying, are you?"
"No." Frylock sobbed. He looked up, his eyes closed. "I-I just wish, you weren't so mean all the time. Shake, I, I really try my best for you, for Meatwad, for all of us. And guess what? Life still f****** sucks!" Frylock blew his eye lasers at the TV, causing it to explode.
Usually Shake would be whooping his ass by now, but he got so upset from Frylock's emotions, he came to Frylock and gave him a hug with his soft, rubber gloves.
"Look, I don't mean it. I know deep inside we have something special, you and me." Frylock stopped crying for the moment, hugging Shake back. "I know you want me to change, but, it's hard! I was never any other way! It's like a habit!" Frylock let go of him.
"I understand. Look Shake, I need some time alone. Please be nice to Meatwad. It feels good to be nice, trust me." With no other words exchanged, Frylock floated to his room.
Shake sighed. He had to make it up to Frylock somehow. He could make him feel better, make him feel good.
But what makes people feel good?
Oh, Shake thought. THAT. It was all clear now. He could do that, he just, didn't know how. And how would he do it? His straw? Time to research on Carl's computer, Shake thought.