"Your going to hell!" screamed the paranoid, over-caffeinated teen.

Craig cocked an eyebrow and glanced at the blonde, "What?"

"Your going to hell! Gah! Your going to burn for all eternity and I'll never get to see you!" shouted Tweek, while ripping at his shaggy hair.

Craig continued to look at Tweek confused but unamused, "Why?" he asked in his usual uninterested voice.

"Well because!"

"Why?" he asked again, this time more demanding.

"Because you marked your body! PERMANANTLY!" shouted Tweek even more nervously.

"What?" asked Craig annoyed. Tweek was obviously flipping out because Craig just finished telling him about his new piercing he got the other day.

"You have piercings and tattoos! Gah! Oh Jesus your going to burn alone in hell!" he jumped nervously and bite his lip.

Craig rolled his eyes and flipped the boy off, "I'm not going to hell. Well at least not because of that."

"But you violated your body!" shouted Tweek, "Now we won't both go to heaven! Gah! Oh no! I'm going to be alone!"

"Tweek I'm pretty sure god doesn't care if I have some piercing and a few tattoos."

"Well how many do you have?!" asked Tweek curiously.

"Five piercing and six tattoos." answered Craig, he thought for a minute, his left ear, his snake bites, his nose, and his eyebrow were pierced. He had a tattoo on his left arm, his right arm, his back, his chest, his ankle and the back of his neck.

They were quiet for a few minutes, just how Craig likes it. Then Tweek spoke again, still interrogating Craig, "So…wh-what are your tattoos of?" Craig thought for a minute and gave Tweek a strange look as if he was about to kill him. Tweek shook more and more under the gaze, "Oh Jesus! I-I didn't mean to! AH! Never mind! You don't have to tell me! Forget I asked -Nngh!-"

After a few more moments of silence, well with the exception of Tweek's strange moans and cries, Craig said, "I have a picture of my little sister on my left arm. I have a cross on my back. I have my guinea pig's name 'Stripe' on my ankle. On the back of my neck it says 'fuck it' and on my right arm it's just a weird design, see?" he lifted his sleeve up and Tweek examined the tattoo. It was just a plain design along his biceps and forearm.

"C-cool." said Tweek as Craig pulled his sleeve down again. Tweek twitched while they just sat quietly on Craig's couch watching TV even though nothing good was on. "That's only five."

Craig turned to Tweek again and noticed Tweek was already staring at him, "What?"

"Gah! You said you had six tattoos and - nngh- you only named five." he said as calmly as he could.

Craig bit his lip and looked back towards the TV, "Oh."

There was another moment of silence, "Wh-What's your sixth - nngh - tattoo of?" Tweek asked curiously, "Oh Jesus! You don't have to tell me! GAH! I mean I-I…uh you don't have to tell me!" he shouted nervously not wanting to anger Craig.

"Do you want to know what my tattoo is? Do you really want to know?"

Tweek nodded, "Yes!" then he paused, "No! No I don't!" then he thought for a second, "Yes!"

Craig chuckled and nodded, "Well it's on my chest. Right here." he pointed to where his tattoo was located. Tweek was looking at the spot but he couldn't see anything considering Craig still had his shirt on.

Tweek nodded, "What is it though?!"

Craig's lip curved up, "I'll show you." he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it down, revealing his toned chest.

In delicate, cursive writing it spelt T-W-E-E-K across his chest.

"Th-that's me!" Tweek shouted loudly after a moment of reading the name a few times. He then went into panic mode, "Why? Why do you have a - nngh - tattoo of me?!" he rambled on about conspiracies and such that made absolutely no sense while Craig just sat their leaning back on the couch watching Tweek with a lopsided grin.

Tweek then stopped mid-sentence realizing the placement of his name. It was right over Craig's heart.

And their it shall stay forever.