I'm actually not quite sure about this one. Product of insomnia and all that. One shot.

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"Are you a some sort of Jew?" Cartman demanded. The teenage cashier stared back, confused.

"Uh…no?"

"Then why the hehl are you refusing to give me back my moneh?"

"I'm sorry little boy, but you don't have a receipt-"

"It's clearleh broken!"

The cashier sighed deeply, and then fished into his pocket. Drawing out a wallet, he pulled out ten dollars.

"Here, just take it," He outstretched his hand, but a thin arm came out of nowhere and pushed the pubescents away.

"Don't give into him!" Kyle said.

"Why are you here?" Cartman screamed, confused, "are you following me Kahl? Because if you are Kahl, I swear to god-"

"Shut up," Kyle said weakly, and took the 'broken' toy from the counter. Smiling politely to the cashier, he led Cartman out of the store.

"Did you break into my house last night?" Kyle asked.

"Why would you ask that?"

Kyle sighed and drew a small glass tube out of his pocket, "I found anthrax in my room."

"That's not anthrax you idiot!"

"Ha! You wouldn't know that unless you were the one who put this in my room!" Kyle smiled at having

won.

"It's perfume…" Cartman said, and then giving Kyle a glare, walked away with an adjustment of his backpack. Kyle rolled his eyes and followed after the slow brunette.

"Perfume, really?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

"Open the fucking thing and smell it then!"

"No! That's what you want me to do! So I'll smell it and get horribly diseased or something!" Kyle

retorted.

"Ugh!" Cartman groaned, and came to a halt. He took the tube from Kyle, uncorked it theatrically smelt it. Then, he shoved it back into Kyle's hands. The redhead was so shocked he just let the thing drop, along with the Tonka truck he hadn't realised he was still holding.

"You asshole!" Cartman yelled, and bent down to try to reassemble it.

"You didn't try to kill me?"

"No."

"Instead you put perfume in my room."

"That's right Kahl."

"Why?"

Cartman stood back up, "now it's really broken you stupid Jew!"

"Why did you put perfume in my room?"

"Because…" Cartman turned around so Kyle couldn't see him, "I'm not telling you." He continued to

walk away. Kyle strode along beside him.

"Tell me!"

"No."

"Tell me!" Kyle repeated.

"No!"

"Tell me!"

"No!"

At this point Kyle took Cartman by the shoulders and spun him around, "fucking tell me!"

Cartman bit his lip nervously, "I…I…meem says she likes it when she gets perfume. She says its really

nice when a man gives her perfume. That's her favourite. She says it's the nicest."

There was a long pause and then Kyle tentatively took the tube up to his nose and took a sniff.

"It is nice."

"Yeah." Cartman turned round again and once more started to walk away.

"Eric…" Kyle whispered but Cartman was already out of earshot. Re-corking the perfume he gently slipped it into his pocket. "Thank you."