tsukitona:

Craig: Yo Tweek! Hold up. Listen, itz just not goin ta work.
Tweek: What, biatch? Why not, biatch?

Craig: I be sorry as a muthafucka Tweek yo, but we can’t lie ta ourselves no mo’. Yes, we is gay yo, but our phat asses do not belong together.

Tweek: Us dudes don’t belong together, biatch? What suddenly chizzled, Craig?

Craig: It aint nuthin but just dat playas is different. Thatz all.

Tweek: Uh huh fo’ realz. And whoz ass tha hell is Michael?! Huh?! Yo ass wanna tell me that?! Craig: What, biatch? What is you, what tha fuck is you poppin’ off about?

Tweek: I went all up in yo’ beeper when we went out last night, Craig! I saw yo’ texts ta Mike bout hookin up wit him!

Craig: Wait, uh, that’s, thatz not what tha fuck happened.

Tweek: Oh, itz not?
Craig: No. Uh look, we both know dis is fo’ tha better.

Tweek: Oh, don’t use dat shitty shiznit on me, man! Yo ass don’t wanna feel bad, so you tryiin ta tell me what tha fuck I want?

Craig: Wait, don’t make me up ta be tha shitty muthafucka here.

Tweek: Noho, you not tha shitty muthafucka! Yo ass is never tha shitty muthafucka, is yo slick ass?! You, you just step on playas n’ you use them!

Craig: Yo ass is goin too far, dude. This is like, straight-up not necessary.

Tweek: Agh-I be goin too far?! What tha fuck iz poppin’ off wit yo slick ass?

Craig: This wasn’t part of tha plan!

Tweek: Well guess what, Craig! Ludd don’t follow a plan!

Butters: Yeah!

Tweek: I was straight-up wack bout you, biatch. I opened mah dirty ass up n’ let you in. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. But you’ve gots spikes, man. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. You’ve gots spikes.