Shopping with Grima and Saruman

"Worm!" called Saruman angrily, storming from his study in Orthanc like a boiling cloud.
His thick brows furrowed, he looked far too much like an angry bear.
"Master!" squealed Grima, dropping from a chair, whimpering on his belly in front of Saruman. The Istari's staff was raised, pointing at Grima's sobbing body.
"Master, I, I didn't do anything." he whispered, sliding on his belly, moving forward to kiss the hem of Saruman's robes.
Grima's face impacted with the staff with a satisfying crunch. Wormtounge reeled back in pain, clutching his face. Saurman smirked.
"Now Worm, answer truthfully. Did you eat the last ice cream can?" Saruman asked icily. It was always a problem with his slave. Ever since the White Wizard bought Cookies'n Cream ice cream, Grima devoured it as hungrily and greedily as a warg. (Not to mention as disguisting too.)
Grima let his hands fall. Looking up at Saruman, his stood up quietly.
"No, great Lord of all, it must have been an orc." he explained, his reedy voice sounding deeply concered.
"They always go for the ice cream."
"Lies! Do you not know that I can see your innermost thoughts?" Saruman hissed, anger returning.
Grima dropped to his knees. 'Well, actually, I didn't know.' he thought.
"When we go to market today," Saruman explained coldly, "We're getting a different flavor. Cherries Jubliee." he finished, pronouncing Grima's doom.
"Master! Not that!" he wailed, tears returning to stream down his clammy face.
"There has never been a punishment like that!" he cried.
Saruman smiled coldly. "Exactly."

As they rode their horses to the nearest market, 'Orc's' Grima remained oddly quiet. The Istari figured this would be a productful market day. The omens were good, seeing as how, for the first time ever, Grima said not a word as he rode on his black gelding.
As they approached, Grima sniffled loudly. Saruman ignored him. When they tied their horses up, Grima covered his face, sobbing.
The White Wizard gave him a reproachful look. Grima stopped faking and dropped his hands instantly.
Saruman walked briskly ahead, Grima, looking mournful walked behind.
As they walked through the automatic doors, in to Orc's, Grima's face lit up with joy.
"I always love when they open and close like that."
"Silence, Wormtounge, Or you will merely become "Worm" and never again have "Tounge" in your name."
Grima close his mouth suddenly, and checked to make sure his tounge with behind his teeth. 'Check!' he thought.
Saruman picked up a basket, and then they were off to aisle one.