Wendy Testaburger runs away with tears in her eyes as she hands Stan the note. She was mad. Sad. Angry. Really angry.
She raced to Kyle's house and knocked on his door. Ready to be rejected, she started to walk away.
" Wendy?" Kyle opened his door.
" Kyle, I need your help." she turned around.
" Why?" he asked.
" I NEED to find out who Skankhunt42 is." she sniffled, wiped away her tears.
" Are you... crying?" he was shocked.
" Maybe." she croaked out.
" I haven't seen you cry since Ms. Ellen stole Stan away from you." Kyle tilted his head.
" Well, I am a bitch. And I understand if you don't want to help me." she let out a silent sob.
" No, no, no, no, no, no. Come in." he gave her a sympathetic smile.
" Thank you." she entered the Broflovski household.
" Upstairs. I have some stuff upstairs to help." he grabbed her hand and led her to his room.
" Computer should help. Do you have to have an gmail entered in to sign up? I forget." Wendy said as she got on the computer.
" Yes." Kyle answered.
" So one clue. But why 42?" Wendy clicked on Skankhunt42's profile.
" What do you mean?" Kyle questioned.
" The number at the end is 42. Mine has my age at the end too. So maybe..." she rest her chin on her hand.
" His age is 42!" they both exclaimed at the same time while locking eyes with each other. Both leaned their closer until Gerald burst into the room.
" What are you guys doing on Skankhunt42's profile?" Gerald asked.
" Trying to figure out who he is." Wendy explained.
" I thought you were Stan's girlfriend. Kyle? Are you too dating?" Gerald closed Kyle's bedroom door.
" No!" Kyle shouted.
" Don't go on Skankhunt42's profile anymore." Gerald ordered.
" Why?" Kyle whined.
" Because I said no!" Gerald ran out of his son's bedroom.
" Does he always do that?" Wendy asked.
" No." Kyle shook his head. Soon, they heard Boston's Smokin' coming from the other room.
" Look at this!" Wendy gasped.
" What?" Kyle faced his computer.
" Now, Skankhunt42 is attacking ME!" Wendy yelled.
" How?" he implored.
" He says I am a cheater and whore!" she screeched.
" Shit." Kyle mumbled.
" Who else could wrote such cruel stuff like this?" Wendy squinted at the screen.
" Stan." Kyle sighed.