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"And therefore, the internet was the greatest thing ever invented." Kyle concluded his and Stan's presentation, and Stan quickly added, "Besides medicine."
They were about to walk back to their seat but were given a hand signal to wait a second by MR. Garrison as he noticed Wendy raising her hand impatiently from the far side of the front row.
"Yes, Wendy," Mr. Garrison called without enthusiasm. She straightened, even more, in her seat before answering.
"Um, I'm sorry Stan but medicine wasn't invented; it was discovered in the tropical ranforest," she said matter-of-factly. This pissed off Eric Cartman, and he didn't bother raisning his hand from his seat in the back of the class.
"Nuh-uh, ho! Just the -ingrediants- for medicine were discovered in the rainforest, but then research had to be done so they could make it useful, so it -was- invented!"
"No!" she denied, now just as heated.
Wendy and Cartman were the two smartest and outspoken kids in the class, so these intellectual arguments broke out often. (Really Kyle got very good grades as well, but he tended to be more quiet in the classrom.)
"The early people didn't need to alter the plants and herbs to get the same reviving effects!"
"Some hippie nature healing does NOT count as medicine," Cartman countered.
Just then, the bell rang signalling the end of History. Stan had reamined silent at the front of the class, watching wearily as his friend and his girlfriend fought. Stan and Wendy had gotten back together two years ago. They've had an off-on relationship since they were in third grade, and they were both now juniors in South Park Highschool. Stan was 17, Wendy 16.
Everyone filed out of the classroom but Kyle, Stan, Wendy and Cartman lingered where they were.
"See you later, Stan!" Kyle called with a wave before exiting the room. Wendy stood and approached Stan. Cartman hovered by his seat, his packing paused so he could peer at the couple.
"Stan...?" Wendy looked up at him cutely; Cartman gagged.
"Yeah, Wends?"
"Can we hang out today after school?" she asked, hopeful.
"Sorry, I can't," Stan stated simply. Wendy pouted.
"Why not?" she whined.
"I already told Kyle that I would go over his house after school so we could practice for baseball." Both Stan and Kyle were members of the Cows Baseball Team.
"Oh... Ok. Have fun," Wendy plastered on a smile for Stan's benifit but he didn't notice.
"Kay, bye Wends!" And he was gone from the classroom. Wendy heaved a painful sigh.
"Stood up again, ho?" Cartman said without menace as he approached her from the back of the class.
She didn't answer, only pursed her lips.
"Don't you think its weird that your boyfriend would rather play with some guy's big wooden stick than be with his crazy-hot girlfriend?"
"Shutup, fatass."
"No, I'm seriously. If I were you, I would dump his homo ass."
"Lets just be glad that you -aren't- me. You would ruin my life."
"And I'd have fun doing it, too." Cartman grinned when he saw the smile crack on Wendy's face, glad to have gotten her out of her Stan-induced slump.
"Oh, for God's sake, scram!" shouted Mr. Garrison.
Wendy jumped and scrambled out with her head down. Cartman followed suit to his next class of the day.
