Title: Sleeping Giant
Inspiration: The entrance music of a TNA wrestler
Words: 171
"Careful," Stan whispered from behind Kyle, as the redhead tiptoed across the room.
"I'm being careful," Kyle hissed back. The two teenagers reached their target, and Stan, who was the taller of the two, crouched down and started rummaging through the piles of clothing on the floor. Kyle, who was shorter and therefore less easy to spot while he was standing, stood guard. "See it yet?"
"No." Stan moved to push a pile of T-shirts away, but the pile was, in fact, of DVDs with just one T-shirt covering them. The stack of movies fell with a crash, Stan letting out an involuntary gasp and scrambling backwards across the floor.
"Shit!" Kyle whispered frantically, tugging on Stan's arm, pulling his friend to his feet. "Let's go!" They were halfway to the door when and from behind them came first a sleepy groan, followed by an angry, "Ay!"
A light flickered on, revealing Eric Cartman sitting up in bed. And he was pissed."What the fuck are you two doing in my room?!"
