Picollo At The Store

Piccolo *To himself while meditating* What?!
Popo: What’s wrong Piccolo?
Piccolo: ugh hungry
Popo: I’ll go fetch you some food.
Piccolo: Thanks as long as it’s not fish.
*Minutes later*
Popo: Sorry, but we’re out of food. This is all we have left. *hands Piccolo the carrot*
Piccolo: Looks like I gotta go to the store. *eats the carrot*
Popo: Piccolo, make sure to pick up FOUR wieners, some buns, a loaf of bread, horse radish, a ten pound bag of mayonnaise, and 3 tons of rice.
Piccolo: Sure thing. *takes off for the grocery store* See ya.
*A while later at the store*
Piccolo: Well I have everything I need except for the wieners.
*A little bit later at the meat section*
Piccolo: What!? *Picks up a six pack of wieners* There’s six wieners here, but I only need four! Ahh! What am I going to do with six Wieners!
Manager: Umm sir, are you going to be alright?
Piccolo: Grr Ahh! *Grabs his head, screams, and powers up* Ha! *Knocks over a pyramid of canned spinach*
Manager: sir! Do you feel okay? umm you look a little bit green. My name is Steve, I’m the manager here.
Piccolo: My skin has been green my whole life!
Steve: Is there a problem here?
Piccolo: There are six wieners, but I only need FOUR!
Steve: We only sell wieners in packages of six. Just store the leftovers in your refrigerator.
Piccolo: We don’t have a refrigerator!
Steve: Well eat the extra two yourself.
Piccolo: *In a hostile tone* That wouldn’t be possible.
Steve: Why wouldn’t it?
Piccolo: *With anger in his voice* Don’t push me! I know my limits. Do you want me to kick your ass!?
Steve: No need to lose your cool. I have an idea! You can have some friends over for dinner.
Piccolo: I don’t have friends
Steve: Well how about
Piccolo: *Interruptively* How about you shut the hell up! I have no friends, no home, I live on some tower thousands of miles above Earth, I own no household appliances, not even a fridge, TV, or lamp, my hobbies are meditating for days at a time with no break, training in the wild, and eating fish! I’m a simple man, and all I ask for is FOUR WEINERS!
Steve: There’s no need for violence.
Piccolo: Enough! *extends his arm and grabs Steve and brings him close* Mow time for some satisfaction. *Rips open the six pack of wieners, pulls out two of them, sticks one in Steve’s nose, and the other down his throat* Now, I’m going to purchase the FOUR wieners and better not get charged for those two extra wieners.
Steve: Don’t worry, everything’s on me, my treat.
Piccolo: In that case I’ll take the whole six pack. * Drops the four wieners, grabs a brand new six pack, and flies through the roof, all the way to the lookout tower.*
Steve: I hat my job.