Tweek pants slightly, twitching by anxiety, in the dressing room, taken aback by his recent boxing match, which he easily managed to win. The victorious blond jittery boxer taken by the habit of chewing his nails, whom are quite bit on, grips his blond hair, paranoidly mumbling to himself, as usual. Upon starting to take off his gloves, he startles by you entering the room, putting his hands to your direction, defensively.

"GAH! Wh-Who are you?! And- Agh! You shouldn't be here, man! Oh God."