"Stop cheating, Cartman!"
"Yeah, dude, you always mess up our games!"
Cartman rolled his eyes. "But guys I have special powers that protect me from gunshots..."
Kyle sloshed the snow under his feet with annoyance, "You do not! Why can you play fair?"
"Why do you always have to be a Jew-fag all the time?"
"At least I'm not a fatass like you!"
"Guys, stop." Stan pushed the two appart. "Let's just stop playing cops and robbers and do something else."
"Detectives?" Kenny suggested.
"Dry cleaners?"
"How about you play werevolves and vampires?"
The boys turned around to see what looked to be a brother and sister standing together. It was the boy's voice that sounded.
"Who the hell are you?" Cartman asked, eyeing the pair with curiosity.
The brother answered, "We just moved here from Maine."
His sister narrowed her green eyes, looking into her brothers' brown ones, "We're not here to make friends, Noah."
She then glanced at the four boys, "At least not yet."
"I can do whatever I want, Katrina."
"Not in our condition, you can't."
Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman all looked at each other in confusion, clearly isolated from the conversation.
"Your condition?" Kyle asked.
"We move a lot but we're planning to go to school here," answered Noah.
"At South Park Elementary?" Stan's voice was half-heartedly interested.
"That's the place."
Katrina pushed a strand of dark blonde hair behind her ear and said, "Are you guys going to play or what?"
Her voice grew eerily darker, "I'm starting to get a little interested..."