"What is this young man!? What is this!?" Butters' dad waved the bag of beef jerky around in the air accusingly.
"Oh Jesus! It's not my fault!" Butters wailed miserably. "THE SON OF SATAN MADE ME DO IT!"
"There son of Satan made you buy beef jerky?" He asked.
Butters nodded. "He wanted me to convert to meatatarians! At first he wanted me to discard my omnivorous ways, but I was like "NOOOO! I LOVE FRUIT TO MUCH!' and then he was like 'you pathetic excuse for a follower. Fine! At least buy some of that delicious beef jerky.' And then I was like "BUT I SHOULDN'T!" and then he was like 'BUY IT!' and I was like 'FINE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Butters' father blinked, and then there was a silence.
"Butters you get to your room now young man you are grounded!"