The Slimmy Tea towl

by Crenny HomeBoiii

(AN: FINALLY A CRENNY FIC so crenny is my lifee an I ope it becomes tours too, btw i will finnishe the hunger hames AU soon when i stop crying over it)

Craig Tucker was thinking abot Kenneth McCormick again. Kenneth was a thoughtful hoeeee with vast eye and like a 10 year old finger.

Craig walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved old-fashioned South Park with its testy, talented The Broflovski residence. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel calm.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a thoughtful figure of Kenneth McCormick.

Craig gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an emo, edgey, capri-sun drinker with butch eye and stocky finger. His friends saw him as a grubby, gloopy giant. Once, he had even revived a dying, Tweek.

But not even an emo person who had once revived a dying, Tweek, was prepared for what Kenneth had in store today.

The clouds danced like rampaging nerds, making Craig barmy. Craig grabed a slimmy tea towl that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Craig stepped outside and Kenneth came closer, he could see the poor glint in his eye.

Kenneth gazed with the affection of 7798 malicious grated ginat guiena pigs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a phone number."

Craig looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the slimmy tea towl. "Kenneth, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.

They looked at each other with active feelings, like two dangerous, delightful dying giraffes squatting at a very charming Party at Tokens House, which had weeby music playing in the background and two vile uncles screaming to the beat.

Suddenly, Kenneth lunged forward and tried to punch Craig in the face. Quickly, Craig grabbed the slimmy tea towl and brought it down on Kenneth's skull.

Kenneth's vast eye trembled and his like a 10 year old finger wobbled. He looked irritable, his emotions raw like a selfish, scrawny Stan.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Kenneth McCormick was dead.

Craig Tucker went back inside and made himself a nice drink of capri-sun.

To be continued