Eric switched off the bedroom light and scrambled to his bed, pulling the cool covers back and pushing his pudgy body in, not unlike a small child. Of course, he was no longer a small child, and the bed creaked and wheezed under his weight as if to remind him. He'd been complaining to his mom about how he needed a bigger bed, but as usual, she ignored him and made him some cookies. Which he wasn't going to argue with. He latched his clammy hands together behind his head and sighed. He'd had so little time to actually think these past couple of weeks. What with assignments and homework and… other things. He shook his head and reached for one of his bedtime snacks. He wouldn't let the Jew creep into his mind and take over like some creepy infections… Jew virus. He took a bite of his cookie thoughtfully. It was getting colder recently, he'd have to find his mittens again soon… Kyle wasn't wearing his green mittens at school yesterday, was he cold? Cartman bit down on his tongue angrily. 'Shut up! I hope he was cold!' he growled quietly to himself, turning over and pulling the sheets around behind him. In the back of his mind a soft voice waited for him to calm down, then added 'I bet his hands would get warmer if you held them…'