This is just a random little conversation that I could easily imagine between the boys. It's called boredom. Also, part of this convo is from when I diagnosed my mom with Know-It-All Syndrome. Got in trouble for it, but it was so worth it.
"I'm still surprised it didn't go something like this: Eric Cartfag, I am your father..." Kenny widened his eyes and held an imaginary flashlight under his face for effect. I burst out laughing.
"Ay! My mom doesn't sound like that, Kinny!" Cartman glared at the blonde, who began snickering into my arm. "And I'm not a fag...Kyle and Stan are." He stared at me and Stan, as if challenging us.
I put my elbows on Stan's head and narrowed my eyes and the fat ass. "At least I never sucked Butters's dick. Don't forget that Ralph dude when you gave him a blowjob for those seapeople. It seems like you enjoy giving those, huh?"
"It wasn't a dick, it was a hose!" Cartman screeched.
Kenny stared up at the racist, self-centered, anti-semetic, douche as I shook him off my arm, but he just clinged back on to it. "Don't let him eat me!"
"Don't worry. I don't eat junk food," Cartman growled.
Kenny thought about it for a moment. "I don't give two shits if I'm junk food or not, actually."
"Well, I know for a fact that if anyone's junk food, it's Cartman." I added.
"This is getting stupid..." Stan murmured, speaking for the first time.
"Kahl, I'm afraid you're suffering from Know-It-All Syndrome." Cartman looked into my eyes seriosuly.
"There's no such thing, fat ass!" I yelled exasperatedly.
"You would know," he blinked smartly at me.
I scowled. Every conversation ended with Cartman insulting me.
I am a supporter of Cartman hating on Kyle, so if you have a problem with that, go fuck some dolpheens~