"Ah crap," Ian complained. "My phone's about to die and I can't find my car charger," he said looking around the seat.

"It's cool man, we'll just film lunchtime with my…" he paused for dramatic effect, "brand new camera!" He held it up with a huge grin on his face.

"Okay!"

Ian grasped the camera from Anthony's right hand. "Alright. Uh, how do you turn it on?"

"That's what she said, and I don't know. It's brand new. I haven't even messed with it yet."

"Oh," Ian said, feeling dumb. He flicked the power button.

"You got a memory card for it?"

"It should be in there," Anthony replied not taking his eyes off the road. "Hurry so we can film, dude."

"Okay, I think I got it." Ian pressed the record button and held the camera to his face.

"Hey everyone, it's Lunchtime with Smossssssh!" Ian said in a deep dramatic voice that made Anthony chuckle.

"So Anthony, where are we going to eat today?"

"Um, it's a secret," he smiled, turning to the camera for a split second.

"Is it really a secret, or do you just not have a clue?"

"Actually, it's American food again," he said as they pulled up to a red light.

"Yeah, sorry we're kind of boring with our choices in case you haven't noticed," Ian apologized to the device he was holding.

A while of filming and pointing out the many obscurities their neighborhood had to offer later, they made it to the drive-thru.

"Sittin' in the drive-thru! Sittin' in the drive-thru," Anthony excitedly sang while waving his arm.

Ian already knew what Anthony was ordering since he got the same thing every time they were there.

"So what do you think I should get," Anthony asked Ian, almost as a joke.

"Oh man Anthony, I really think you should get the number 14, 'cause you know you've always wanted all that bacon and cheese in a deep fried fajita!"

Anthony looked baffled for a second. "Why would they even put something like that on the menu? Who would order that?"

"Me," Ian quickly replied. "And then my heart explodes." He grabbed his chest, pretending to have a heart attack and collapsed back onto his seat.

"You'd probably need your stomach pumped too," Anthony added.

The girl in the drive through took their order and after getting their food they began to drive back.

"Yay, we got our food!" Anthony cheered with burgeoning excitement as they pulled into the garage. Anthony suddenly turned to Ian.

"Ian, you have to listen to me very carefully. Whatever you do, don't look next to the wheelchair." He said in an overly serious tone.

"Why, what's ove-GRRR! BARBER SHOP POLE!" Ian growled, throwing his arms in the air. Anthony laughed and grabbed the food.

"You got the drinks?" He asked Ian.

"Yep!" He replied cheerfully, getting out of the car.

"Hello Monkey carcass!" he greeted a pile of tan fur as he walked by.

"Mankey!" Anthony corrected from up ahead. Ian giggled and walked inside after him with the drinks in hand. He had to stop filming for a moment so he could have free hands to carry the drinks.

They set the food and beverages down and sat at the table, Anthony eagerly opening his sandwich wrapper. With free hands, Ian was able to film again.

"Oh man, they put tomatoes on here even after I said no tomatoes, gross!" Anthony whined.

"You have ketchup on there, though. It's pretty much the same thing, only runnier," Ian said.

"No! It's not the same, Ian! Look it's all mushy and gross," he said, holding up the red, translucent slice for the camera.

"It looks kind of like your face."

Suddenly a smirk quickly spread across Anthony's face and he flung the tomato onto Ian's unwrapped food.

"Eww, now I can't eat my burger 'cause it's covered in all your tomato cooties!"

"My cooties have extra protein," Anthony grinned.

Ian shrugged, picked up the slice, and put it inside his burger.

"Okay that was kind of gross, dude," Anthony said, while picking up his sandwich. Ian just smiled.

"First bite!" Anthony sunk his teeth into the sandwich and he suddenly stopped and started grunting and convulsing.

"Uh oh," Ian panicked slightly.

"Uwaaargh! Foodgasm." Anthony groaned, contorting himself in the chair.

"Dude, that was one intense foodgasm," Ian said, slightly impressed.

"Do you think a man ever died from a foodgasm before?" He asked.

Anthony thought or a moment. "Yes. I knew someone who did."

"Oh really?" Ian raised his eyebrow. "Who was it?"

Anthony took another bite and said with a mouth full of food, "Phteeve."

"Ah, yes," Ian replied with mock astonishment. "I remember that." Anthony gave him a puffy-cheeked grin and swallowed.

"So, I'm gonna set this down so I can eat," Ian said, setting the camera down.

"Oh wait!" he suddenly remembered picking it back up. "Film my first bite, Anthony!" Ian held the camera out to Anthony who accepted it.

"Okay Ian, first bite!"

Ian eagerly attacked his burger and a pickle flew out from the bottom.

"Not bad. Oh, wait. Urg!"

"Do you feel a foodgasm coming on?"

Ian nodded, faking a strained look on his face.

"Ah. Ahh! Oh yeaaaah. That was a good one," he sighed, slumping back into the chair.

"That was sexy," Anthony replied in a casual voice, eating a couple of French fries.

"Yeah, I know you're jealous," Ian grinned smugly, holding a triumphant pose.

Anthony looked into the camera and shook his head. Ian burst into a fit of laughter that caused Anthony to laugh.

"Okay, okay. Seriously though, I'm gonna finish my food now," Anthony said once his laughter subsided.

"If people really knew it took us this long to eat one meal, and we just posted the whole thing without editing," Ian began, "they'd probably start tuning out after the first 3 minutes."

"With the kinds of mail and comments we get, I bet there are people who would watch the entire thing," Anthony replied back, taking a drink.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Oh, hey! Anthony," Ian cried out abruptly. "I think it's time for something."

Anthony glared at him then his face grew into a maniacal smile.

"Finding Twitter questions! Finding Twitter questions! Finding Twitter questions! Finding Twitter questions!"

Anthony pulled out his phone and logged onto Twitter, scrolling through questions.

"Nnnnope. Nah. Nu-uh." He scrolled through hundreds of questions, most of them not really worth his time.

"I bet I can finish my burger before you find a good question," Ian challenged.

"I just found a good one," Anthony said looking up at Ian, who just put the last bite in his mouth.

"I win," Ian exclaimed, still chewing.

"Nuh-uh, you still need to swallow."

"That's what I said to your mom last night. OH! Ian the master of comebacks!"

Anthony just scoffed lightly. "Anyways, it says 'Dear SmoshAnthony can you and SmoshIan show us how you dance to dubstep?'"

Ian suddenly stood up with a look that said he meant serious business. "Lay me a beat."

Anthony started mouthing dubstep sounds and saying "wub, wub wub, wirrrrrrrr!"

Ian started breakdancing and humping the floor until Anthony couldn't hold out his laughter anymore.

"Dude, all your dances involve some form of humping!" He snickered.

"That's 'cause I'm so damn good at it," Ian smirked while pounding the floor with his torso.

Anthony couldn't wipe the huge grin on his face off as he watched Ian.

"Okay, here's how it's really done," he said, lightly shoving Ian aside and handing him the camera.

Anthony started dancing really well, but quickly stopped when Ian started "singing."

"What the hell is that, man? You sound like a lawnmower fighting Justin Beiber!"

"But I thought that's what dubstep was!"

Anthony laughed and flipped his hair to the side. "Alright, next question." He pulled out his phone again.

"My dancing was still better," Ian sang under his breath, just loud enough for Anthony to hear.

Anthony rolled his eyes and continued looking through his phone.

"Dear SmoshAnthony, Eat the rest of Ian's food!"

Anthony looked at Ian's fries and back at Ian who had a horrified look on his face.

He made a mad dash toward Ian's fries and Ian screamed "NO!" and tried to grab them but Anthony got to them first and took off into his room. Ian chased after him and tried to tackle him.

"They're mine! Give 'em back!"

"Hey dummy, you forgot the camera!" Anthony laughed as he tried to put fries in his mouth while Ian grabbed his arms from behind.

"I don't care, I want my food!" Ian cried out. French fries were flying all over the place while the two struggled for the remaining ones in Anthony's hands.

"D-dammit Ian, get off me!" Anthony chortled with a mouth full of fries.

"Not until I get my fries back!" Ian exclaimed, latched on to Anthony's back.

"I just put the last ones in my mouth, do you still want them?" Anthony muffled back.

"YES!" Ian yelled out, turning him around to face him. They looked at each other for a moment, Ian realizing what he just said and Anthony staring back at Ian.

Anthony swallowed.

"Um, W-what?"

Ian looked at Anthony's eyes, inches away from his face then turned away, flustered.

"I- uh, nevermind," he muttered, his face flushed. He realized his arms were still around Anthony with Anthony's on his and tried to let go.

Anthony kept holding on, not letting him go.

Ian looked back at Anthony and saw his eyes studying his reaction.

Ian's heart started pounding, and his face flushed even more.

"A-Anthony…?" Ian barely managed to breathe out.

"I…" Anthony started, feeling his cheeks turn red.

"…Sorry," he quickly said, moving away from Ian. He walked out the room leaving a very confused and befuddled Ian standing alone.

Ian looked down at the spot Anthony stood, his heart still pounding. He felt strange.

He stood there for a long time then slowly walked out of Anthony's room. Anthony was sitting at the table staring blankly at the wall. He looked back at Ian when he walked in.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Ian sat across from him, looking somewhere else. Neither of them spoke for a while.

"Um, you can have the rest of my fries, if you want," Anthony said quietly.

"No, it's okay," Ian faintly replied.

More silence.

"I guess we should finish the video," Anthony finally said.

"Yeah, okay," Ian agreed, picking up the camera. He held it up to Anthony and pressed record.

"So Anthony, now that our food's done, how would you rate this meal," Ian asked in a much calmer voice than the other lunchtime videos.

Anthony could tell he was trying, so he tried going along with it too.

"I think this meal deserves… 8 flying tomatoes out of 11!" He smiled weakly.

"Well, that's all the time we have for this week, so we'll see you next time!" Ian said into the camera.

He aimed it at Anthony, who said "Bye," then turned it to himself and said "Bye…Bitch."