When life gets so bad that you write a whole fanfic of the Rocky Horror cast going to a grocery store
Here are some skillfully chosen excerpts for your entertainment
"Frank, I really don't think this is necessary."
Frank dramatically flicked his hand, lowering his sunglasses to see the face of a very uncomfortable Columbia. "Well, you are the one who was complaining about our choice of food. I'm just trying to stop your incessant whining."
"Meatloaf every single night is a bit excessive, is all! And I meant your outfit."
Frank scoffed. "I'm just trying to look presentable."
"...We're going to a Price Chopper." Janet said softly.
"And you're wearing 9 in heels, a corset, enough jewlery to put a Victorian child into a coma, and fishnets." Brad said flatly, pulling out his wallet.
"So? At least I look good. You look like you work at the price chopper." Frank retorted.
“Oh, lighten up. Brad told me you love shopping.” Frank hummed, walking into an aisle. “Ooh, this looks good! It looks like that sports drink Brad gave to Rocky… gatorade, or something?” He asked, picking up a bottle with neon blue liquid.
“...Frank, that’s windex.” Janet replied, mortified.
“Windex… I’ve never heard of it.” He shrugged, tossing it in the cart.
“Frank, you- you’ll get poisoned if you drink that.”
“Ohhh! Relax, dear, human alcohol doesn’t affect me.”
“No-” Janet sighed, putting the Windex back. “It’s a cleaning product, Frank. For windows and stuff.”
“Oh.” Frank shrugged, putting it back in the cart. “Well, that’s a gift for Magenta, then.”
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