Craig Tucker South Park Novels & Stories

Craig sat beside him and said, “It seems to me like you've forgotten the deal we made..” Adrian sighed and tossed his cigar aside before shifting his gaze to Craig. “Haven't forgotten…” “I can see she's head over heels in love with you. Glad to see that a nerd like her would get so infatuated with a badass biker like you. You've got some irresistible charms, and she just couldn't help but fall for your tricks,” Craig mumbled and chuckled darkly. Adrian swallowed the lump in his throat— He didn't find anything he said funny.

Craig giggles, Gregory looks at him, his cousin's happiness is back, and his medicine for his terminal disease is right in front of him. "Do you know you are more handsome when you smile?" Cathy asked him. "No, I don't, you tell me." "Stop acting up, who said you are handsome?" Cathy said trying to tease him. "You are also a dummy like me, you don't know what you are saying," Craig said, she laughed harder. "Stop giving your names to me, Mr. Craig slash dummy slash baby." He titters more, and Gregory hits. "Stop laughing hard; you are distracting me and others are in the building," Gregory said. "Sorry!"

He continued to cross his legs, smoked his cigarette, and exhaled smoke, looking exceptionally carefree. “Andrius Moonshade.” After a long time, Tucker finally stopped laughing and said with a mocking tone, “Since you’re so good at cracking jokes, I won’t make things difficult for you. Just sign your name on this confession letter.” Confession letter? Andrius did not even bother to glance at it. He looked at Tucker and exhaled another puff of smoke in his face. “Cough, cough...” The strong smoke entered Tucker’s nostrils, causing him to cough violently. He immediately became furious. “Andrius Moonshade, I’m letting you off easily. How dare you continue to put on airs in front of me?

Halting abruptly a few walk to the fridge, his eyes narrowed as they stayed on Dr Greg, who was still tied on the chair. His eyes flickered to Kira, who was still soundly asleep. Before walking towards where a bat lay, he clutched it and stepped towards Doctor Greg. "Today is my lucky day," Trevor said, prodding him with the bat. "Wake up, old fool!" But he got no response. He tried again for the second time by kicking his ankle. And it worked. Doctor Greg jerked awake, and his eyes widened as he glanced around the room before they settled on Trevor.

Craig still looked salty but simply nodded his head obediently. Tristan put his mug down on the table, and joined both of his hands, resting his chin and looked at Craig as if he were in a fan moment, and asked with a fake dazed expression on his face, “So, uh, Mr. Craig, tell me more stuff about gay sex that I don’t want to know. Oh, by the way, big fan.” He kept that pose intact for a while before breaking into laughter.

“Since none of you believe it, let’s call Drake Tucker over to ask him. Ask him if he had really gotten the wrong person.” Hahaha… The room burst into roaring laughter. What kind of joke was this? Did he want to call Drake Tucker over for questioning? Who did he think he was? Mr. Tucker was so busy, how could he possibly come over to the Zea Group for such a trivial matter? Even if the man was bored, he would not come for you. “Tyr, is your brain growing blisters? Are you thinking of getting Mr. Tucker here to explain in person? Are you mad?” Travis’s expression was filled with mockery. “Mr. Tucker has gotten the names wrong in this case, so stop your meaningless struggles.”