sandwich melt 🤤

The Grocery Store

Quackity awakes to the sound of chirping birds. Their songs ringing in his ears at high speed volumes. With the birds ringing in his ears canceling all sound, Quackity thought to himself silently..."I should make a grilled cheese for [Y/N]" Such a wonderful idea he thought! He jumped out of bed! Squawked back the birds silencing them by his intimidating presence. Quackity muttered, "el puto pendejo!" He ran over to his dresser, threw on the nearest t-shirt and put his hair into a messy bun. Ran over and threw on his dirty converse and left the confinement of his epic man cave reeking of testosterone levels that were over 9000. Skipping along on the sidewalk Quackity came to a halt when he saw the nearest Walgreens. "I can get sandwich supplies for my dearest [Y/N]!" He licked his lips in anticipation. He finally go to feel [Y/N] crusty toasted butter buns. Just thinking about the sizzling butter on the pan excited him like a little Girl Scout getting her first badge. He kicked his legs up in the air in joyous excitement and proceeded into the doors of Walgreens. The halls were long and skinny, he had a mighty journey ahead of him. Skimming down the isles he came to a halt. The perfect creamy toasted whole wheat.. vegan bread that was at the perfect temperature for his dearest [Y/N].  It was moist and sensational. He felt his croissant rise in his pants at the thought of it. A true baker's instinct. He threw five loaves into the basket. "This will surely be enough for hibernation season," thought the duck boy. Next he had to get the thicccccc moldy blue cheese that would go between your two butter buns. It took him a while but he finally ventured into the cheese isle. The cheeses intimidated him, some were tall and large, while others were stubbly and thick. "Size doesn't matter", he thought as threw in threw medium sized cheeses. He was tempted to get some baby bells cuz he knew that they excited you beyond compare. He thought about the endless possibilities with the wax, carving delicate sculptures of [Y/N] with his buttery croissant. Butter me up baby.

He was finally done his shopping trip. Embarrassed he ran to the self check out.
And scurried out of the building like a mouse with its cheese.

To be continued....