Casket on wheels

      Meet Craig Tucker. The personality is cold-blooded, almost afraid of nothing, except losing in poker.       This man was sitting on the couch and destroying chips and money for electricity - the TV was working. The apartment was a terrible mess (I'm shocked myself). Suddenly someone called. — Wow, bitch...       The brunette barely got up from the sofa - his body was numb. Having reached the tube, the living being took it off: — Hello? — Craig, it's us. We'll be there soon, so clean up there, okay? — All right, maaam...       Craig hung up. With a resigned sigh, then a groan, Tucker trudged into the kitchen to get everything he needed-a rag. Then for the second in the bathroom. Taking the detergent, he went to get a vacuum cleaner.       To make it not so boring, the guy turned on the radio. Energetic music was just playing.       Plugging the vacuum cleaner into the outlet, the teenager began cleaning to the music. Singing along to something, he quickly began to cope with the cleaning.       Suddenly the radio announces: "A COFFIN ON WHEELS IS DRIVING AROUND THE CITY! EVERYONE CLOSE THE WINDOWS AND DOORS!"       Craig ignored this and continued vacuuming. A minute later the radio announces again: "Guy, a coffin on wheels is looking for your city."       The brunette laughed. Great joke. When he finished vacuuming, the Guy took a rag and began to wipe the shelves.       After a while , the radio announced again: "Brunette, a coffin on wheels is looking for your neighborhood"       The guy was furious. He moved to the windowsill, having previously rinsed the cloth, and after 5 minutes the radio announces: "Guy, a casket on wheels is looking for your street"       Craig continues to carefully wipe the windowsill. The radio is announcing again: "Brunette, a coffin on wheels has found your street, he's looking for your house" — YOU FUCKED UP!!       Tucker threw the rag on the floor and went to the radio to turn it off, but the radio announces again: "A coffin on wheels is looking for your apartment..."       And then the door opened. A casket on wheels drove in. He was all skinned, dirty. He left the earth behind him.       Here our main character, daredevil, in general, the savior of planet Earth came out with a mop and how he will hit the coffin! The coffin collapsed. The imp got out of there and said: — Did you crash my car? I'll tell Dad everything!       The imp seemed insanely cute to Craig. — Do you want me to fix it? — Fix it, fix it, where will you go? — I can run away — Well, run away. You'll regret it later — What's your name? — And why do you need it? Tweak is my name — Nice — What exactly? — Your name — Come on? Everyone says so, but in fact...       Before the imp could finish, Tucker picked him up, like a kitten. — Hey, let go-and-and-and       The imp started swinging his legs, but the brunette thought it was cute. It tickled him. He laughed. — What's funny? — Nothing. You're just cute — Me? — You       Craig started stroking Tweek on his yellow one, like a dandelion with God's cows. It was fluffy and soft both in appearance and to the touch. — Fucked up...