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"Did you just say the f word?" Ms. Garrison asked. Cartman looked up and shrugged.
"I dunno… did I say fuck?" Cartman asked. Everyone in the class pondered for a moment and then nodded. Cartman's face went red and he stood on the desk.
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AN HOUR LATER
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Cartman yelled. It was quiet for a minute and then…
"Are you finished?" Ms. Garrison asked. Cartman got off the desk and sighed.
"I think so." Cartman said.
"Then… class dismissed." Ms. Garrison announced. Everyone immediately got out of their seats and bolted for the door.
OUTSIDE"Please dude! I really want to see High School Musical 2, and you're the only one who gets the channel! Please?" Stan asked for the 97th time. Cartman turned around and glared at him.
"Did you not hear my little hissy-fit in class? You aren't coming to watch the premiere." Cartman said.
"Why not, man?" Stan asked. Cartman sighed.
"Do you REALLY have to ask?" Cartman asked. Stan nodded.
"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO SHARE MY TV WITH YOU FUCKING LOSERS!" Cartman yelled. Stan stood there for a moment.
"What if I bring some popcorn?" Stan asked. Cartman thought for a moment and then he groaned in frustration.
"Dude, you're making me think! Ow! My brain! Fine! You can come, but you have to bring popcorn AND a pineapple." Cartman stated. Stan raised his eyebrow.
"Why a pineapple?" Stan asked. Cartman shrugged.
"I dunno… JUST BRING IT!" Cartman yelled, and then he wobbled down the street.
AROUND 7 O'CLOCKCartman heard a knock at the door. He wobbled over to the door and opened it to reveal Stan holding a bag of popcorn and a pineapple.
"ITS ABOUT TIME DUDE!" Cartman yelled as he shuffled a bit to the side to let Stan in. Stan walked in and saw Kenny, Kyle and Pip.
"Wait… why the fuck is Pip here?" Stan asked.
"Because I invited him." Cartman stated. Stan glared at Cartman.
"DUDE! You invited the French kid and not me? You almost didn't let me come! WHAT THE FUCK?" Stan yelled.
"Excuse me, Stan, but I would like to point out that I'm not French…" Pip started.
"WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" Everyone yelled.
"I'm very sorry for wasting your time then…" Pip said. It was all quiet for a moment and then…
"What the fuck? It's a pineapple!" Kyle yelled. Cartman rolled his eyes.
"No, it's a dildo that's gonna go up someone's ass, or in Pip's case, vagina, at some point during the movie… OF COURSE IT'S A PINEAPPLE YOU DUMB FUCK!" Cartman yelled. Suddenly, everything was quiet, except for Kenny humming the tune of 'What time is it?'
"What time is it anyways?" Kyle asked. Cartman looked at his watch.
"It's 7:15… we have 15 minutes till it's on… Kenny, go pop the fucking popcorn." Cartman commanded. Kenny got up and took the bag from Stan and shuffled into the kitchen. Suddenly, there was a loud pop and then they heard the sound of someone dropping to the floor. They all ran into the kitchen and saw Kenny on the ground with an open popcorn bag and a hole in his head.
"Oh my god! You killed Kenny!" Stan yelled, pointing to the bag of popcorn.
"YOU BASTARDS!" Kyle yelled. It was quiet for a moment and then everyone went back into the living room.
AFTER THE MOVIE"Wow… that was a piece of crap." Cartman announced. Everyone nodded in agreement, except for Pip.
"Well… I, for one, rather liked it… especially when Troy took off his shirt… I must say, he is rather well built for a lad his age…" Pip said with a dreamy expression on his face. Everyone stared at him for a second with confused/shocked expressions on their faces.
"FRENCH KID IS GAY!" Everyone yelled, and then they erupted into laughter.
THE END.