You and Shake have been talking a hella lot through this weeks, you matched him on a dating app (don't ask how) and he seemed nice enough. Yes, he talks about exploding ducks. Yes, he talks about beating up his roommate that probably has mental problems. And yes, he is lightly manipulative in the dumbest way but y'know, he at least treats you well.

You two then decided that it was finally time to meet since Shake was free on the weekend since he got beat up by Frylock for eating French fries in front of him but anyway, you got ready and got to the place. Which was a pretty nice bar Shake said he visited from time to time and that the food was at least eatable.

Anyway, you waited for a bit before a big ass cup walks in. Or rather jumps in or whateva he does to walk. "Hey, babes!!" Shake says excited as he sits down in front of you. "How ya doing today, my beautiful, hot, great, delicious and fuckable beauty?" He asks in a cheesy tone while taking your hand and kissing it. "And especially on the delicious part, dude- I mean, darling." Shake chuckles nervously and leans back. "Anyway, whatcha ordering, mh?"