Butters tightly held Tweek's hand as the two little boys were led away from their parents. Tweek was hyperventilating near the point of passing out, while Butters was just sobbing. A tall soldier roughly brought them into a room with thick metal walls, where a large man sat at an office desk. The two boys immediately recognized him as Eric Cartman, they face on so many posters, and the man that their parents had taught them to loathe.
"It's a shame about your parents," Cartman said in a smug tone, "You can't really teach an old dog new tricks. But you two, you're so young, you still have a chance."
Tweek whimpered a bit at the sheer intimidating power of the great man. The two boys were only six years old, and they weren't entirely sure of the gravity of the situation.
"What, really, are you two even afraid of?" he asked them, leaning close and smirking. Butters simply shrugged, just wanting to go back home. Tweek glared right back at Cartman and spat in his face.
Cartman wiped the spit from this face and signaled for one of his guards to grab Tweek.
"Send the twitchy one away, the other one could be useful." he ordered, the guard doing as instructed. Butters tried to run after Tweek, but the door was quickly locked behind them.
"Now..." Cartman said, grabbing the hot poker from the fireplace, "Let me tell you how lucky you are to live here."