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Tweek and Craig were sitting in Tweek's room. Craig was listening and watching Tweek sob and scream about something stupid as usual. Craig took a sip of his Vodka. "Maybe you should see a therapist." Tweek spat his hot coffee on Craig in a children's cartoon fashion. "GAH! No! ACK! Therapist is just the rapist put together!" Craig tapped his cheek in thought, took a drink from his bottle, and continued brainstorming. Finding something to help Tweek relax that doesn't upset his irrational fears is practically impossible.
He brought the bottle to his lip once more, but stopped. Tweek was hardly paying attention to anything but the nonsense pouring from his own lips. Craig slowly reached over to pour some of the bottle's substance into Tweek's oversized coffee mug, his eyes never left the mumbling boy's lips as he went through the act. Tweek took a sip of his vodka coffee mix. "it tastes funny. ACK! Someone probably poisoned it!" the blonde boy sniffed the liquid, as if expecting to know something from that. "it probably just tastes weird because it's been sitting out for your two hour ranting session" the two boys went back to talking and drinking.
Thirty minutes later Tweek was rocking back and forth humming the spongebob theme song. Craig shrugged "eh, at least he's not freaking."
A.N. this is just some crap I wrote while trying to sleep. I typed it up on my cell, then transfered it. I own the cell phone, but not south park.