butters was a little guy , maybe five-foot-three in his shoes , maybe 120 pounds soaking wet . `` our ... conversation did not end well , i 'm afraid . '' `` i need to know everything about you , emma . just-oh , god , that feels good . he turned and raised his arm in silent farewell . she made her way in and saw that he was talking to a man she didnt recognize . he left me here to clean his mess . all i do is breathe and not move for a minute . 