you (Tweek) were in the dressing room, putting on your suit and tie, getting ready to get married to your husband, Craig. Your suit was severely unbuttoned, you never really buttoned it right since you were.. kind of skiddish, and jittery. You’re hands were shaky, trying to get everything perfect. Craig walked in and you gasp and let out a metso-forte scream. Craig chuckled at your reaction.

“Chill. It’s just me.” he walked over to you and started buttoning up your suit.