"I've used that brand before, you need to get Bounty."

"No, Brawny is the best. It's been working fine. Seriously," Hayley replies, grabbing the paper towels.

Patrick shakes his head, "No, it's Bounty. We've always used Bounty."

"Look right here on the list. It says Brawny," Hayley replies, pulling out her shopping list.

"Ship."

Patrick looks away from Hayley, frowning because of the voice coming from thin air.

"The fuck." He breathes.

Hayley shrugs, turning back to Patrick, "Brawny."

"I'm telling you we use Bounty."

"Brawny."

"Bounty."

"Ship."

"What the fuck."

Patrick looks around, eyes wide as he searches for where the fuck that voice is coming from.

"Brawny." Hayley argues.

"Bounty."

"Ship!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST PETE!" Patrick yells, punching through the paper towel shelf to see Pete on the other side with a hysterical Mikey right behind him.

"Shhhhhip."

Hayley glares at him, "I will fucking kick your balls into your throat, Pete. Go away."

Pete pulls back, giggling.

"Are you sure it's Brawny? 'Cause I swear to god it was Bounty."

"It was Brawny, trust me."

"Actually it was Bounty!" Pete yells from down the aisle.

"PETER LEWIS KINGSTON WENTZ THE THIRD!" Hayley yells.