You, (craig)— and Tweek were at a party. Almost everyone was drunk off their asses, or sober, handling their drunk significant others. You promised Tweek you wouldn’t get drunk, but drunk Clyde, switched your water for vodka. You were lying on the floor, staring at the lights of the bar from above. Tweek reached down and snapped in your face.

“..A-ACK! B-babe!.. A-are you dying!? C-Craig!!!”