Why Are They Built Like That

Why are they built like that 💀

Reposting this as its own post rather than a reblog bc the rb got no attention whatsoever and I don't want this stupid art to have been for nothing

I saw the vision

I wrote in Pim's accent cuz I felt like it made it sillier

Stupid bonus on the used tissue thing that somehow manages to look worse than the original

Bro's so mortified his head deflated. I feel like Pim would be a bit of a germaphobe, ngl

"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other

Enter CRAIG

CRAIG: Ho, Tweek! Come hither. Hark, our courtship wilt end.

TWEEK: What? wherefore not?

Enter STAN, KYLE, KENNY, DAVID, and BUTTERS

CRAIG: I prithee, Tweek, I am full of sorrow, yet we can no longer deceive ourselves. [turns to visage the gathering crowd] Aye, we are of the same inclination, but we are not meant to be as one.

TWEEK: Thee disavow our bond? What suddenly hath changed, craig?

CRAIG: ‘Tis just yond people art inevitably different. Nothing more.

TWEEK: Aye, and who in heaven's name is Michael? Pray, dost thou wish to enlighten me on this matter?

CRAIG: What? what doth thee speaketh of?

TWEEK: I did peruse thy missives when we ventured forth yesternight, Craig! I beheld what thou didst utter to this strumpet regarding thy intent to consort with him!

CRAIG: Stay, prithee, that is not what transpired.

TWEEK: I pray thee confess otherwise

CRAIG: Nay. Mark thee, we both dost know this is for the better.

TWEEK: Thou dost presume to subject me to thy feeble terrors! Thou dost impose thy will upon me to dissuade thine own guilt!

CRAIG: Stay, do not portray me as the knave.

TWEEK: [Begins to cry] Fie, thou art not the villain. Thou think'st thyself too virtuous to be some loathsome knave. For, 'tis from thy heavenly throne that thou canst better behold the folk thou usest as puppets.

CRAIG: [whispers] I do fear thou hast ventured far enough. Cease, for this pretense is superfluous.

TWEEK: Zounds! Dost thou think I have gone too far? Hast thou lost thy wits?

CRAIG: This condemnation was not a part of our design!

TWEEK: Marry Prithee, Craig! Our love was not wrought to adhere to a design!

BUTTERS: Aye!

TWEEK: [tears fill his eyes] I have been most grievously deceived by thee. I lay bare mine heart before thee. I lay bare mine affection unto thee. I embrace thee as mine lord. But, alas, I fall upon the sword. Thy sword.

Exuent Tweek

my name is tweek umm and i was just wondering how many times you guys have like killed my friend KENNY 💜