Zzazz once again worked up the courage and attempted to catch his attention: "B-BUtters!" he struggled, his voice petering out towards the end, trembling nervously and becoming gravelly. Still Butters continued walking the other way... perhaps because zzazz's voice was too meek and quiet to be heard from 2 steps away. He was so nervous around Butters, even talking was near-impossible, something hardly anyone could ever say about zzazzachu.
His heart felt paradoxically as though it had sped up, yet slowed down; slower from the lack of anxiety that Butters could be ignoring him, yet faster from the overflow of joy and affirmation that Butters-senpai had noticed him.
Zzazz slammed his head off of the table like a retard and thought to himself: "enough of these cringe fantasies, faggot. If you love someone you have to let them go, like... like a beautiful majestic bird being set free..." However this thought merely started off zzazz daydreaming again, this time imagining Butters as a beautiful Lugia, soaring through the sky, his large, warm, dextrous winghands, and his big, cute, blue tumm-