A/N

Ok, so this is my first fanfic. So, uh, yeah. My friend minionsofthenachoarmyunite helped me write this cause she's awesome like that.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.

UPDATE: (3/30/13) I just decided to fix the grammar and re-phrase some parts! No content changes!

Enjoy! :)

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"Ok, Tweek, your first exercise is to complete this 500 piece puzzle."

Tweek twitched. Though this wasn't an uncommon occurrence, the therapist was still growing very annoyed. He had been making great progress.

"GAH! THAT'S WAAAY TO MUCH PRESSURE!" Tweek screeched.

"The faster you finish this, the faster you get out of therapy!"

That statement made him think back to last Wednesday. The underpants gnomes had stolen his last pair of underwear; and when he tried to tell his parents, they were NOT amused. The next thing he knew, he was here.

"Just do the puzzle already!"

"NO!"

"Tweek…"

"FINE!"

Tweek picked up one of the pieces and stared at it.

"Good, continue…."

He then picked up another puzzle piece and attempted to put two pieces together. Unfortunately for Tweek, they didn't fit.

"GAH! WHY AREN'T THEY FITTING?" The blonde screamed, severely twitching.

"…Because those two aren't supposed to go together, Tweek." the therapist said patiently, but with a slight hint of irritation in his voice.

Tweek tried again, but to no avail. This made the therapist facepalm.

"Like this…" the therapist said, picking up two pieces and snapping them together perfectly.

Tweek looked at his therapist in awe before trying again. And again. And again. And again….

"GAH! IT HATES ME!"

"Tweek! No, wait…"

"THE GNOMES SET THIS UP! IT'S THE GNOMES!"

By this point, Tweek was flailing his arms in the air and running around in circles. The therapist tried numerous times to calm him down, but without success.

The therapist sighed in aggravation. "We'll try something else tomorrow…"

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A/N

Ok, sorry this chapter was so short, but I was just trying to sort of, ummm...like get the feel of writing, like you know what I mean (I think I'm just babbling). You can decide if you want me to continue this story or if you want me to just leave it as a oneshot. I don't really care, you can decide. If you do want me to continue, I WILL update, the chapters will (hopefully) be longer, and I already have some ideas in mind.

Review and stuff. All flames will be used to roast marshmallows!