Damien: Eeeuuggghh morning already? Goddamn…
Damien: Looking perfect as always of course heh…
Damien: Let’s get some asks answered-
Damien: Grass? My dad? Dude what-
Damien: Okay, whatever… I don’t care. No really, it’s fine, clearly I’m not WORTH your time.
Damien: Alright, cool, cool… Let’s go talk to Tweek down in the kitchen, he’s cool, right?
Tweek: **VIOLENT NERVOUS SHAKING.**
Damien: Look at this SICK blog I made!
Tweek: DUDE WHAT THE FUCK WHY WOULD YOU DO THATT?!?!…?!
Damien: Www—…What, is it not cool?
Tweek: YEAH!! YOUR DAD SPECIFICALLY SAID NOT TO BROADCAST PERSONAL INFORMATION TO THE RESIDENTS OF EARTH.
Damien: Jesus Christ on the literal fucking cross, Tweek! It’s for fun, not like I’m giving my IP hell address!
Tweek: WWHHATAYAGWHAT IFIF EXEXEPERTS FIFOIFNFDD YOURR OWLOCATIONN
Damien: I’m going to pretend I know what you said….
Damien: Oh look I got an ask!
Tweek, getting increasingly erratic: OH FUCK OH GOD I DROPPED MY 13TH COFFEE OF THE DAY THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIRT OH GODD..
Damien: That’s the thing. I don’t.
Damien: -Happens. Oh goddamnit.
Damien: REALLYY cool and exciting totally.
Damien: Y’know,going to some other fucked up dimension not knowing when I’ll be back home..
Damien: Sorry about that, I get carried away.
Tweek: WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIEE TO LORD SATAN OH GOD OH GOD LORD FUCK HEINEJS SEHDGDOSNEHDBDNSGODGSUHSBGODGODGOD
Tweek and Damien are now available for questions