About an hour later no one talked to anyone. Things pretty much cooled down with Kenny actually keeping quiet for once.

Well only for a while.

"Workin' hard to get my fill." Kenny sang quietly. "Everybody wants a thrill."

He paused for a second then got a little louder. "Payin' anything to roll the dice-"

"-Just one more time." Bebe continued. "Some will win, some will loose."

Stan sighed. "Some are born to sing the blues."

Butter cheerfully sang. "Though the movie never ends it goes on and on and on and on."

"DON'T STOP BELIEVIN'" Everyone sang in chorus.

"HOLD ON TO THAT FEELIN'" Kenny clutched his fists.

Tweek twitched but humbly continued. "Street light people."

"DON'T STOP BELIEVAANN, HOLD ON TO THAT FEELANAYANNN-"

Ms. Garrison walked in. She glared at Kenny for a while and slowly, he stopped singing.

"That's thirty minutes for lunch." Ms. Garrison announced.

"In the library?" Butters asked.

"Problem?"

"I think that maybe, you know, we might spill our drinks and uh- the books will get dirty."

"Speaking of drinks." Bebe said. "Will drinks be available to us? I have a low tolerance for dehydration."

"There's a soft drink machine in the teacher's lounge." Ms. Garrison said. She pointed at Bebe. "You." Ms. Garrison looked at Tweek. "And you, what's his name? Hey!"

Tweek turned around in paranoia.

"Come on get up, go to the teacher's lounge with Bebe."

Tweek looked at Bebe with wide eyes. "Gah! That's too much pressure!"

The two eventually walked the hallways looking for the teacher's lounge. Bebe turned to Tweek. "So what do you drink?"

Tweek just stared at her.

Bebe was sort of creeped out by Tweek's wide eyed glaring right at her. "Okay...forget I asked."

"Baileys."

Baileys...?" Bebe raised her eyebrow skeptically. "When do you drink baileys?"

"All time." Tweek raised his head as if he was proud of consuming alcoholic drinks.

"A lot?"

"Tons."

"Is that why you're here?"

"Why are you here!" Tweek suddenly shouted

Bebe hesitantly stopped. "I'm here because I skipped school and went shopping with my friend. Now why are you here?"

Tweek fumbled with his fingers. "Forget it." He sighed. They continued on to the teacher's lounge.


Meanwhile in the library Kenny constantly glared at Butters, flipping through the pages of a medical textbook.

"Hey Butters."

Butters raised his head from falling asleep. "Hm?"

"Wanna see a guy with a tumor the size of a grapefruit growing on his lips?

Butters sneered resting his head back on his arms. "No thank you."

"Would you consider going out with a guy like this?"

"Ugghh." Butters groaned in annoyance.

"I mean if he had a great personality, was a good dancer, great in bed, although you probably have to put a paper bag over his head. Wouldn't want to be kissing these puffer lips, huh?"

"You know what I wish I was doing right now...?" Butters mumbled

Kenny raised his finger. "Ah! Watch what you say! Stan here is a homophobe."

Stan stared at him. "Really? A homophobe? What gave you that idea?"

Kenny shrugged. "Football player? A dad that pushes you to do extra curricular you don't even want to do? With a strict dad like that, then obviously you been raised to believe gays are bad."

"Alright listen, you don't know me. I wasn't raised like that and you don't know shit about what football players think anyway. I'm not a homophobe, so just keep your trap shut."

"I wish I was at Harbucks...drinking a frappacino." Butters mumbled mindlessly.

Kenny rolled his eyes.


Bebe brought back soda for everyone. She took out her lunch as so did everyone else.

Kenny eyed Bebe taking out a bag of little bread squares and ranch dressing. "What's that?"

"Guess? Where's your lunch?"

"You're wearing it." He winked.

She scoffed sprinkling the crutons on her salad. "You're disgusting."

Kenny continued to look at the salad.

"It's salad okay? Not that you ever had food that wasn't processed."

"It's better than eating something that tastes like grass and a bunch of leaves."

"Can I eat in peace?"

"Go ahead, llama." Kenny said.

Stan on the other hand had packed a lunch that maybe Cartman wouldn't have handled in one sitting. He reached in the oversized bag taking out a half pounder cheesburger, steak sandwich , a family size bag of cheesy poofs, a bag of oatmeal cookies, and a pint of milk.

Bebe and Kenny observed the enormous "lunch" and stared at Stan.

"What?" Stan asked. "Oh wait." He reached deeper in the bag and pulled out a ham sandwich, a banana, an apple. He then opened the can of coke.

"Jeez you fatass." Kenny laughed. "That could feed my family for months."

"Coach told me I need to gain 10 more pounds."

Bebe frowned. "Lucky." She twiddled the salad.

Tweek opened a bag of oreos. He took apart the cookie and put it on his forehead. His face muscles flexed while the cookie dragged down his face, his tounge waving around in case the cookie fell. When the cookie finally landed in his mouth he took a swig of coke and chewed.

"So." Kenny grabbed Butters lunch bag. "What are we having today?"

"It's nothing special really..."

Kenny shoved his hand in the bag, though Butters tried stopping him, he slapped his hand away and pulled out lunchables and capri-sun. Kenny smirked at the contents in his hand.

"And apple slices with the skin pealed off." Kenny drawled. "Well Buttercup, this is a very interesting lunch. All the food that a 2nd grader would have is presented. Did your mom also hide a note saying 'I love you' in your bookbag?"

"No she sent me text."

"Ah. He nodded. "Well here's my impression of life in the Scotch family." Kenny got up in the front of the library, proping himself up.

" 'Son?' He said in a deep voice

'Yeah dad?' His voice pitched higher

'How's your day, pal?'

'Great dad! How's yours?'

'Super duper! Say son, how'd you like to go fishing on your old man's yacht?'

'Great dad!' He pouted. " 'But I have homework to do.'

'That's alright son! You can do it on the boat!'

'Yayy!' " He flailed his arms happily.

Butters glared at him frowning. Of course Butters thought this wasn't how it was at all, in fact it was the complete opposite. Maybe Kenny's acting was how Butter's wanted his life to be.

Stan noticed Butter's irritated look. "Alright, what about your family?"

"Mine?" Kenny asked. "Oh it's real simple." He stood again, this time with a scrunched, angry face. He pointed and said in a deep, drunk voice.

"Kenny, you no good, god damn son of a bitch, retarded, big mouth, know-it-all asshole, jerk! Get me a god damn beer, quick!" His voice with a higher pitch to mock his mother in a southern accent. "Stuart you get yourself a fucking beer!" "Shut up bitch!" He flung his arm in the air. "Go fix me some pop-tarts!" His voice went back to his own. "I'd say the same for you dad, know-it-all asshole, jerk." "Fuck you." "No dad, fuck you!" He threw fists into the air as if he was punching, and his head flew back as if he was punched.

Butters stared at him with sympathetic eyes. "Is that true?"

"You wanna come over sometime?"

Stan sneered. "Yeah well I don't believe a word of it, it's all part of your image."

Kenny shot a death look at him. "You don't believe me?"

"Did I stutter?"

Kenny glowered at Stan. Slowly he walked over to him. He showed Stan his forehead under his long bangs. On his forehead, there was a huge dent that looked like no one would've not noticed it if Kenny wouldn't hide it under his bangs. The bruise looked healed but there was still purple colors around the beaten bruise.

"See this? It's probably the kind of bruise you'd get if a lamp was thrown at you when you don't get your old man a beer. Do. I. STUTTER?" He let his bangs fall down and started walking away. "See I don't think that I need to sit with you FUCKING assholes anymore."

In the back of the library, Kenny screamed in anger, throwing and flinging books to the ground and wall, desks being kicked over to the floor.

Bebe said quietly to Stan. "You shouldn't have said that..."

"How was I supposed to know?"

Kenny clutched his hair, hidden between the towering book shelves in the back of the library, tears formed in his eyes.