What's wrong with that kid? He's fucked up in the head, I swear it. He comes in to apologize for killing me (to which all I can say is what the fuck) and then runs out screeching something about zombies.
"Maybe he should be the one in the hospital," an old man says solemnly. Poor guy just had a hip replacement. I flick him off. He should mind his own business.
"Hey, kid, what's your problem?" asks a girl about my age who's about to have surgery. She's scowling at me. She looks scandalized as she says, "You can't just go flipping off old guys! And besides, Mr. Withers is right, that guy's a cocaine addict or something. He probably should be in the hospital." I flick her off, too.
The weird thing is I agree with these people. Tweek's fucking insane. But I'm running out of pain killer, they got his drug of choice wrong, and not to mention, they don't even know him, so they're pissing me off. Suddenly I wish I could kill these people. I wish I could kill a lot of people. But not Tweek. I... don't think I could ever want to kill Tweek. He's so... innocent. And paranoid. Really paranoid. It's kind of ironic that the one person I could never want to hurt is the most afraid of my wrath.
But the way I see it, there's two kinds of beings in this world: The assholes and the innocent. The asshole group is the group of those who deserve to die, and is comprised of most of the human race, because almost everyone has done something to deserve to die. Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I. I kind of hate that I can reference that, I'm not normally a musical person. But the story- I mean, damn. He hit the nail on the head. Almost everyone deserves to die. Even people like Stan and Kyle. I would kill everyone myself, but I'd really rather not go to jail. I'd probably get ass-raped.
And then there are the innocent ones. Things like ants and babies and puppies and...Butters? They haven't been fucked up by the world yet. They haven't done anything to fuck up the world. Partly because they can't tell right from wrong, and partly because they're just naturally good and couldn't ever do anything wrong, even if they tried. This is why I have no qualms about killing hundreds of people but couldn't suffocate a fly under a glass.
I think Tweek belongs in the innocent category. He's just so vulnerable and naive. He doesn't deserve to die. And he doesn't deserve to have all these bastards call him crazy.