Cartman: Hey. I'm Cartman, and you're ugly.
Stan: Cartman! That's mean! By the way, I'm Stan, and I don't think you're ugly at all.
Wendy: *slaps* I'm Wendy, and I think you're hideous.
Stan: I mean, um…
Kenny: Mfff! Mph!
Kyle: Kenny! What does that even mean?
Bebe: It means, um… I'd better not tell you, Kyle.
Mr. Garrison: Yes, Kyle, it means, um… it means… well, we'd better not tell, eh, Mr. Hat?
Kyle: Anyways, I'm Kyle.
Cartman: Fuckin' Jew.
Mr. Garrison: Watch your mouth, young man!
Mr. Hat: Yeah! Geez! Young un's these days… why, when I was your age, we had to walk to school uphill both ways, across Africa, with the sun on our backs through wild snowstorms, and our teacher was Satan!
Henrietta: He still is.
Stan: Ahem. As Kyle, my bestest friend, was saying, we're here to answer any questions, whether they be dares, embarrassing moments, or otherwise. Just fill this out:
Character:
Question/Dare:
Other:
and post it in reviews or PM it to FighterNotALover!
Clyde: Can I ask why the Goths are such conformists?
Vamps: Yeah!
Firkle: *drags vamp's carcass from room* Anywhoo, ask away. We can't wait. You can ask as many questions as you want.
Butters: Bye now, friend!
Cartman: Hasta la vista, Jew.
Kyle: Cartman!
Kenny: MPHMPHMFFFFF
Stan: Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: Boys. Stop being such little assholes
Mr. Hat: Mr. Garrison!