"wait a fucking minute.." Cartman said standing up . He dusted off the ash on his pants. and he stood up facing the person in the gas mask who was a little bit shorter than him.

"You.." Cartman ripped off the gas mask leaving the face naked to be seen.

"Craig?!" all four boys yelled.

"haha!" Craig laughed and gave an evil smirk at the boys. "Yeah, I know i'm killing everybody. But I fucking hate this place, and you guys. that's why I got you four. I want to kill every single one of you guys." He pointed at the boys and giggled. "I can't stand you. all what you four have done is ruin this world one by one. It's rediculous, i can't believe I never thought of this before!" He hit his head nodding, he looked back up to the guys. "And now, I can do all this world a favor!" He smiled.

"doing this hasn't done shit. You killed.. YOU KILLED EVERYONE. And you think you're helping us? God dammit, Craig." Stan yelled at him with the scratchy voice he has from the smoke. "Gaah!" he complained holding his head. His head was throbbing. the lack of oxegyn has made him almost have an umbarralble headache. Stan started crying. "please just let us go." he whined having tears escape from his eyes. Kyle went next to Stan hugging him even though he was as worse as Stan.

"Well I guess that's just to bad, right?" Craig neald down to the ground facing kyle. "I guess you guys will just have a terrible.. TERRIBLE death. Lucky for you you're family is already dead." He grinned grabbing Kyles chin while he was crying. " Oh hush, hush, Jew boy." He smirked looking at Kyle in the eyes.

"how could you do this.. no.. Who would have the mind to kill a whole state, or whatever i don't even know.." kyle whispered as he was trying to move is chin from Craigs grip. Craig let of the grasp of Kyles chin and stood back up. "you stupid little faggots thought hiding in this barn would help you.." he smirked stairing at the terrible sickend boys at the ground. "Stan." Craig spoke loudly pointing at the weak boy. "come here." Stan looked up at Craig with his eyes red from crying.

Craig held out his hand to Stan to help him up. As Stan grabbed his hand, it took him extra muscle to get up from how weak he was and with his headache. He was not happy, instead, he tried to give Craig an evil look. Craig smirked, at bit his lip grabbing Stans hand taking him out of the barn.

"what do you.." Stan stubbled to ground. "Ah god, please Craig.." he cried hard now. "Please just let us go. I"m so sorry for whatever I've done.. I'm sorry." Stan cried as he looked up as Craig sat down with Stan face to face showing no emotion what so ever.

"I have a deal.." Craig looked at Stan smiling.