Most Random South Park Fic EVAR

Twas' the night before…err…Thursday and all was quiet in the little house

Not a living thing was stirring, well maybe that mouse…

God, I hate him.

But that's a different story at a completely different time. We are here to talk about a little boy. A red-headed, Jewish, diabetic, little boy.

God, I hate him too.

JUST KIDDING!!! *shifty eyes*

The young author sits, typing away at her computer screen when she notices a rather large gun, pointed at her head. Did that just come out of the screen?

"No moar lol's fer YOU!!"

News Report: a young girl was found dead in her room this morning. It is believed she was shot to near death and then beaten with a paddle. In the side, inscribed "yaoi".

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP.

WE INTERUPT THIS HORRIBLE STORY TO REMIND ANY AND ALL AUTHORS THAT THEY SHOULD CARRY SOME FORMS OF DEFENCE IF THEY PLAN ON PICKING ON A BELOVED SLASHY.

THAT IS ALL. THANK YOU.

Back to the story…ahem.

It was little Kyle Broflovski, sitting in the far corner of the playground. Silently crying himself into a lullaby. He was being bullied again, by that fat boy, Cartman…was it?

He could see how he handled the teachers, what a smooth fellow…

"WHAHAHAHA I JUST CRAPPED IN THE LEGGO BIN!"

"Don't crap in the Lego bin, Eric."

"WHAHAHA I JUST THREW EVERYONES LUNCHES OUT THE DOOR!"

"Joo are such a bad boy."

Man, Kyle wished he could sweet talk like that dude.

Then there was the little blonde kid in the orange jacket. All he did was follow the girls around and muffle certain words through his oversized coat. Yeah…Kyle didn't trust that boy.

Kyle looked up when he felt a tug on his jacket.

"y-yes?" he whimpered.

God, what a wussy.

IM SORRY! IM SORRY! :dodges knives:

"Hey dude, you look down, lets go make out somewhere."

"Make w-what?!"

"Make out?" uh oh. Stan thought, had he gone too far, too soon?

"Oh thank god! I thought you were asking me to make pottery again. That was horrible last time!!"

"LET THE YOUTHFUL LOVE TAKE PLACE UPON YOUR SWEET FACES!!"

It was then that a young boy came bounding in, dressed in a green jumpsuit of some kind. Hopping all around the room and scattering flowers.

"COME BACK HERE AND LET ME FUCK YOUUUU!!"

A slightly smaller red headed boy, with thick eyeliner came in chasing after him, throwing what appeared to be sand-balls.

The boy in the orange coat was killed by a sand-ball to the head that day.

Kyle still didn't trust him.

Kyle and Stan, (or so it appeared to be) walked off into the sunset, hand in hand.

A tall looking vampire-ish man clapped his hands together, shaking the dust off of it.

"Edward is so glad he could help, without Edward, this world would be nothing!! :drool:"

Author: but you didn't do anything, you just sat there. In fact, I didn't even right about you! I hate twilight!!" :shot by Twilight Fan girls:

"Edward always wins. Always."

ROOBY DOOBY DOOO!!!