That stupid box

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That day started as every other one, Craig caught a ride to school with his mom, and was now walking in the hallways with Clyde, Tolkien, and Jimmy, He was listening to Tweek rumble about something, but Tweek kept getting sidetracked, so it was hard to decipher what the original topic of his daily rumble was about.

"Honey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Tweek stopped his rumble, looking at him with a smile. "Okay!" He walked over to the trio who happily included him in their conversation. He walked into the bathroom, fixing himself in the mirror, before hearing the bathroom door open and the mumbles of Cartman's cussing under his breath. Cartman walked over to him, grabbing his upper arm. "Hey! What are you doing!? Stop touching me!" He shouted as he looking at him. He was wearing that stupid buddha box that his therapist suggested for his anxiety.

Cartman lifted up the box. "Oh sorry Craig. I didn't see you there." Craig huffed. "Yeah, cause you have that stupid box on your head." He turned to leave the bathroom. "It's not stupid Craig. Wouldn't you like to just tune everyone out?" Craig stopped and turned around to face him. "Huh?" Cartman smirked, "Wouldn't you like to have some you time without Tweek's rumbling ruining it?" He continued, not letting Craig answer that question. "With the buddha box, you can tune everything and everyone out. Just think about it Craig." Those were the last words Craig heard when he walked out of the bathroom, taking his words into consideration, eventually caving in and buying one...