Tweek liked Craig better and better each day. He was starting to become nice and friendly to him, and it felt amazing.

Tweek admired the way Craig managed. He was particularly glad that he always washed his hands before getting to work.

"It's really important to always use hygiene before doing a job." he said.

"Yes," he replied in his sweet, musical voice, "I always do that so I won't get sick."

As the days went by, Tweek loved having Craig around. He helped him work at the shop every day. He even drank more and more coffee. One afternoon, when Stan was sitting on his chair, Kenny walked out of the kitchen, and stopped to pay a call to Tweek.

"Hello!" he said. "Sees to me you're getting a little jittery."

"Yes, I guess I am," replied Tweek. "At my age I know I have to do something here."

"Just the same, I don't envy you," said Kenny. "You know why you're getting all jittery, don't you?"

"No," said Tweek.

"Well, I don't like to spread bad news," said Kenny, "but you're getting jittery because they're going to kill you, that's why."

"They're going to what?" screamed Tweek. Stan grew rigid on his chair.

"Kill you. Turn you into immortal." continued Kenny. "Sometimes when people don't like what they hate, they decide to kill him or her. It pretty much a conspiracy in the town of South Park. Gerald broflovski, Steven Stotch, even Randy Marsh is in this plot."

"Randy Marsh?" sobbed Tweek. "Stan's father?"

"Certainly. They've done the same thing to me each and ever day. The townspeople take out their guns and then they shoot the..."

"Stop!" screamed Tweek. "I don't want to die! This is way too much pressure!" Stan was just about to jump up when a voice was heard.

"Be quiet, Tweek!" said Craig, who had been listening to this awful conversation.

"I can't be quiet," screamed Tweek, banging on the counter, causing customers to gasp in shock. "I don't want to be killed. I don't want to die. Is it true what Kenny says, Craig? Is it true they are going to kill me?"

"Well," he said. "Kenny had been dying a long time. He has witnessed death Day after day. If he says they plan to kill you, I'm sure it's true. It's also the dirtiest trick I ever heard of. What people don't think of!"

Tweek burst into tears. "I don't want to die," he moaned. "I want to stay alive, right here at the coffee shop. and be with my friends."

"You're certainly making a beautiful noise," snapped Kenny.

"I don't want to die!" screamed Tweek, throwing himself to the ground.

"You shall not die," said Craig, briskly.

"What? Really?" cried Tweek. "Who's going to save me?"

"I am," said Craig.

"How?" asked Tweek

"That remains to be seen. But I am going to save you, and I want you to quiet down immediately l. You're carrying on in a childish way. Stop your crying! I can't stand hysterics."