"And then bachong! Down goes the soldier, you shoulda seen me, dude, I was on fi-yah!" Chattered a kid who mystically shoved food in his mouth, well still being able to hold a conversation.
"That's very uninteresting." The muffled groans of a kid could be heard from a cold and disgusting plastic table.
"Sorry, what's that? I can't hear you when you're making out with the table." Food miraculously never came out of this guy's mouth…only went in…
"I'm sorry, what was that? I can't hear you when you're giving your taco a blowjob."
"Ooooh. Ouch." Laughed a guy who got lettuce thrown in his face, but kept chuckling.
Just then, a frantic face burst through the door, tripping and falling on the floor (where he was better off being face to face then the table) and recovering without hesitation.
"Guys!" Wide eyed and jittery. More jittery than normal. Overcome with jitteriness. The three sitting at the filthy table looked up to see their paranoid friend.
"Hey, Tweek. Join us for some coffee?" Taunted the guy with his head on the table. Tweek glared suspiciously at him.
"Wh-what? Are you trying to ge-get me killed?!" He shouted angrily. His eyes widened even more than anyone ever thought was possible. "You know!" and with that he screamed and ran out the door. But everyone was used to this and went on with their business. The three boys looked out the greasy window. Tweek ran in circles for a while, stopped to catch his breath and decided to relax in the road.
"Token, I believe it's your turn." The taco boy licked his fingers and stated firmly. The other kid picked lettuce out of his jacket and sighed.
"My ass it's my turn." He mumbled incoherently as he left his seat and followed the path that led to Tweek.
Both kids left watched out the window as Token approached Tweek with caution. Tweek had his eyes shut as Token tried to coax him back inside, saying reassuring things that no way in hell were true.
"What do ya think, Craig?" The taco boy asked joyously. Craig looked up confused.
"What?" He muttered with a brow curved downwards.
"You're quite the scary guy. What do ya think?" He asked, like Bob Barker would talk on the Price is Right.
"Of?" He growled, obviously annoyed. The taco kid sighed, throwing his hands in the air.
"I can't work like this." He left the table. "I'm out. Call me later. When you care!" He made a peace symbol and walked out the door. Craig looked out the window to find Token and Tweek no longer in the road. He heaved a sigh of disdain as the two he was thinking of walked through the door.
"Dude, Craig doesn't have anything to do with that crater." Token said in a soothing manner. Craig narrowed his eyes and glared at Tweek.
"To-token! He's staring at m-me!" Tweek looked up, pleading to the sky. "Sweet jesus…" His voice, barely audible as he clenched his hands together. Token looked the kid who was completely mental and then back to Craig.
"Craig. Come off it." He said as he made Tweek sit down next to Craig. Tweek twitched, his right leg moving uncontrollably fast, then his left leg slow, then his right leg for three minutes. Token sat himself down. "Where'd Clyde go?"
"…they've taken him." Craig said. Tweek looked around, completely neurotic.
"Knock it off." Token warned as he kicked Craig's shin.
"No, man. I'm serious. Dead serious. I was going to call someone, but I don't really care…" He had the ability to stare someone down until they believed him.
"Jesus!" Tweek chirped, like a hiccup. Now, both his legs were moving faster. Craig reached over and pat Tweek's matted hair. He yelped and blushed madly with panic. "Hannibal! You're ju-just like Hannibal! Ye-you want to make clo-clothes out of m-my flesh!" He screamed and ran out. Token glared and kicked Craig's shin again. Craig laughed joyously. Life could be good. Token ran after Tweek, shouting that karma was a bitch and Craig better watch out.