"I WILL FUCKING END YOU", Kyle Broflovski snarled, wrapping his fingers around Eric Cartman's neck. Kyle was a little shorter than Eric, but just as heavy-handed.
"Let...go of me….you Jew….." Eric said, his voice strained due to the hands clamped around his windpipe. He just might've lost consciousness if Stan hadn't dragged Kyle off of him.
"Goddammit, you crazy Jew, you bruised my freaking neck!" Cartman said bitterly, rubbing his nape.
Kyle arely heard him, still engulfed with rage.
"Don't fucking screw with me, fatass!" he shouted back, his face red and twisted with anger. "You don't know what I'm going through!"
And it was true. Kyle had just found out that week that his father had had an 'emotional affair' with some chick at his law firm. Sheila had requested of Kyle not to tell his 9-year-old little brother Ike what was going on, since he was too young to understand. Kyle kept it a secret at home, but he was becoming more and more stressed out at school. It was only a matter of time before he couldn't bottle up his emotions anymore…
"Yeah, Cartman, knock it off", Stan said, stepping in between the two to cease another possible physical altercation.
"No one cares, stupid Jew!" Cartman taunted back.
"STOP BELITTLING MY PEOPLE, FATASS", Kyle yelled, his voice catching in his voice.
"Shut the hell up, ginger. How can you possibly feel when gingers have NO SOUL?"
Finally Kyle could take no more. He abruptly turned away from Cartman, and speed-walked towards the South Park High School restroom. He locked himself in the restroom, and slumped to the floor. Hot, angry tears ran down his lightly freckled cheeks. Why the hell was everything falling apart NOW? Why couldn't he go one day without something in his life going straight to hell?