"Boys, what in the Hell was that?" Officer Barbrady asked sternly.

"Love. Not that you'd understand love," replied Eric, clothed again.

"What do you mean I wouldn't understand love?" Barbrady asked.

"We know that your dad used to hit you with a belt. We also know that you dressed up as a girl and sat on your uncles' laps!" Cartman answered, smirking. He flipped open his cell phone to reveal Josh's phone number.

The police officer stood there in horror. He asked for a minute to use the restroom. Then there was a gunshot. Cartman laughed.

"Jesus!" Kyle screamed.

"Heh, looks like I converted a Jew to Christianity," the fat boy chuckled.

Kyle couldn't help but laugh. It was pretty funny.

"Well, let's get the fuck out of here." Cartman suggested.

3 days later, at school, Craig approached Kyle and Eric while they walked down the hallway holding hands. Most of the school knew about it by now.

"Eric, you're so lucky!" exclaimed Craig.

"Back off, Craig. This Jew is mine!" Cartman said protectively.

"Not that. If I could make a policeman shoot himself in the bathroom, I would be sooooo happy," Craig told them.

"Oooooookay..." Kyle said, terrified of what fucked up thoughts were behind that blank expression of his.

Craig walked off, and Clyde walked up to them.

"Hey fags," he taunted.

"Go fuck yourself, Clyde, because nobody else wants to." Cartman retorted.

"What if I don't? Will you sit on me, fatass?" Clyde baited, trying to get one of them to snap.

"No, but I'll beat the shit out of you!" Kyle said, holding Eric back.

"With what? Your Jew-Jitsu?" laughed Clyde.

"Leave them alone, C-C-Clyde!" defended Jimmy, coming over to him with his crutches.

"It's okay if they want to be ga..." Jimmy tried to say, but stuttered.

"It's okay if th-they want to be gaaaaaaa... to be gaaaaa..." he tried. They could tell he was trying very hard, and patiently waited.

"if they want to be g-gay!" Jimmy finally managed.

"Yeah!" shouted Stan. Stan and Kenny were fully supportive.

Then, Kenny actually took his hood down to make a point.

"If they love each other, then that's fine! Fuck off, Clyde!" yelled Kenny.

"Leave them alone, Clyde!" said Wendy.

Suddenly all of their friends crowded around Clyde. Among them were Butters, Token, Timmy, and Bebe.

They all started beating Clyde up, except Timmy. Timmy ran over his foot in his wheelchair. "TIMMY!" he exclaimed.

That day at lunch, the two had a chat with Chef.

"Hello there, children!" he said cheerfully.

"Hey Chef," they replied.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Bad," they answered.

"Why bad?" he asked.

"Everyone's making fun of us," they sighed.

"Why the Hell are they doing that?" Chef asked, outraged.

"Because we're gay," they answered.

"Oh, well that was unexpected, but I'm happy for you!" Chef replied.

"Sorry, children. You have to move along, you're holding up the line," he said.

Eric and Kyle walked away.

"Good luck!" Chef called to them.

"Now, what do we do from here?" Kyle asked Eric.

"I don't know..." he replied.