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Kyle looked down at the paper in front of him not daring to look into the eyes of his grinning audience and especially not at Stan or Cartman. Seeing the victorious pride from one and the disappointment form the other would put him off completely.

"All th-the Jews…" He stammered. "All the Jews…live up to the stereotypes. Jews are greedy…a-and fussy…misers." Kyle said wrenching out each word like it caused him physical pain as it slid out of his mouth whilst Cartman silently muttered every word with him.

"Oh jees!" Butters squealed on seeing Mr. Garrison walking back towards them and let the door shut behind him as fluttered back to his seat.

Kyle watched him do this from the corner of his eye but remained looking at the paper. He read the next line, which were some more lies about his religion…about him and it made him feel sick, with anger. Anger because he was letting it come from his own mouth.

His head remained still but his eyes decided to roll up to the class and look around at them. They were staring with grinning faces and wide eyes and Cartman sat smiling cunningly, waiting expectantly for the rest but Stan sat with a stare that seemed to shoot straight through him making him feel a guilt he already knew he had.

Just as Kyle's eyes rolled back down onto the paper Mr. Garrison swung open the door making everyone jump back in surprise, breaking them from their suspended excitement.

"Well children, it would appear that Principal Victoria didn't need me at all!" He said as he marched back into the room but stopped when he saw Kyle standing at the front.

"Very funny Kyle! I'm sure you've all had a nice little joke in here whilst I've been gone."

Kyle looked up at him relieved that he had cut his speech short whilst Cartman sat back disappointed and frustrated.

"You can sit down now you little trouble maker." Mr. Garrison said as he picked up the chalk from his desk. "I'll pick up from where we left off."

Although Cartman didn't do or say anything for the rest of the lesson, Kyle knew he was angered by his failed plan and now he would almost certainly be planning something new.

At just two minutes to lunch Kyle kept a strong fixed stare on the clock's quickly spinning second hand, almost silently pleading for it to slow down.

Stan looked over to him from his work and noticed his distracted glare, so followed his eyeline until he too was watching the clock. He knew what Kyle was doing and so when he looked back to him he started to say something but realised he didn't know what; so his mouth hung open for a while ready for anything that would come to mind but he thought of nothing. Defeated he let out a sigh and looked back down to his work.

Kyle heard him do this and his eyes dared to turn away from the clock for a few seconds to look at him and then back up just in time to see the second hand reach the top.

The routine ringing screeched from the bell stuck on the wall of the classroom above the door. All the student's faces lit up as they jammed their books back into their bags and pushed their way out of the door even as Mr. Garrison tried to call them back to finish writing.

Cartman left the room behind Kenny, Kyle and Stan for the first time that day and managed to stay quiet until they were all out of the classroom.

"Well, I can't say I'm not dissapointed about that Kahl." He called from the back of the single-file line they were walking in. "It'll take a while before we can trick Mr. Garrison into leaving the room again." He continued when they were all walking as a group again down the corridor.

Kyle's fists tensed by his side but he refused to look at Cartman.

"Never mind, we can fit the rest of that order in another day, since I won't be getting over my emotional trauma anytime soon." Cartman smiled.

This made Kyle stop dead in his tracks, his eyes widenened and he stared straight ahead, motionless.

Cartman continued to walk ahead with a stretching smile and Kenny, who was distracted by his wish list again, walked with him. Stan however stopped with Kyle a few steps ahead and looked back in surprise at his sudden stop.

"I never even thought of that, dude." Kyle started. "How long can this go on?"

"The school won't make you do it forever, dude."

Kyle dropped his head in thought. No one could reassure him of the stinging thought that he would be doing this for a very long time; not even his super best friend Stan. Anything Cartman wants he gets so if Cartman wants this to go on, it will; and that thought made him feel hopeless yet shake with uncontrollable anger.

"Come come, Kahl!" Cartman shouted from over his shoulder ahead of them and then turned back around to face him. "You can get my lunch for me!" He said and stood waiting for him.

Kyle stayed still for a while, refusing to move, as if asserting the little power he had left and stared at the fatass through narrowed eyes. But he knew he couldn't stand there forever and so eventually stepped forwards with Stan following close behind, watching him with concern.

"Get me my usual." Cartman said tauntingly as Kyle shoved past him into the cafeteria.

Stan and Kenny followed Kyle in, after parting with Cartman and his insufferable smug smile, where the three of them went to collect their lunch leaving Cartman to sit at their table on his own, unable to get rid of his smile. Stan was sure he saw a few kids pass and congratulate him, but he didn't tell Kyle this.

Kyle was balancing two trays out in front of him staring at the floor in silence. He had begun to think about what Cartman made him say in class and it meant those same feelings he had whilst standing at the front had flooded back and were filling him with guilt and anger. All this time he had been fighting against Cartman for the crap that came out of his mouth and now the asshole had forced it out of his own.

Stan looked at him sympathetically as he had been doing all day, sensing they were thinking about the same thing. But this time he really dug around his thoughts for something useful to say.

"Look dude, you didn't do what he told you to. There will always be a way around what he says, and if there isn't we'll find one."

Kyle looked back at Stan as if he didn't understand, couldn't understand what he had done. "I started saying it Stan. I said those first few lines and I-"

"But you didn't finish it!" Stan cut in positively but Kyle just looked down and sighed.

"…I was going to…I feel so God damn angry at myself and I hate myself for saying it but…if Mr. Garrison hadn't have walked in…I was going to."

"But you didn't and you won't."

Kyle sighed, frustrated that Stan still didn't understand. He looked up again and opened his mouth to say something else but Stan interrupted.

"You're not fighting a battle on your own here Kyle." He said calmly with a smile.

That smile made Kyle feel a little more confident and he returned Stan's smile with a small one of his own but when he turned back and saw the two trays in his hands he sighed again and his smile dropped.

Once they had got their food they carried it back to the table with Kyle only just managing to watch both trays at the same time as the food on each slid dangerously from side to side with each step.

He finally dropped Cartman's down in front of him who was sitting smugly with his hands behind his head again. "What took you so long?"

Kyle shot him a quick glare and then looked back down at his own food as Cartman looked down at his.

"Oh no wait Kahl I'm afraid you've forgotten something."

Kyle paused and rolled his eyes up to Cartman.

"Yes, there looks to me to be only one pudding here."

"So?"

"So I'm feeling hungry today, get me another."

"I can't just get you another you greedy bastard! We only ever get one serving!"

"Well then you're just gonna have to put on your sweetest smile and persuade them!"

Kyle stared at him hard, rubbing his thumbs against his knuckles to stop himself from errupting.

"Get it yourself you lazy asshole!"

"Now now that's not the right attitude when talking to your master." Cartman said slyly and bowed his head slightly to look up at him, just waiting for the explosion of anger that he loved, it meant he had done his job right.

"Master? Oh no Cartman, there is no way that I'm calling you-"

"Oh Mr. Mackay!" Cartman interrupted, throwing his head back and calling behind him for the councilor on the other side of the cafeteria.

Kyle watched as Mr. Mackay looked up and started to walk towards them. Once he knew the councillor was coming, Cartman turned back and sat facing Kyle with a smile waiting for him to stand down; but he resisted and sat still for a while, once again trying to keep hold of whatever authority he had left. But as Mr. Mackay stepped closer he realised it had all gone the moment Cartman wished for it to.

"Alright!" He shouted and thumped his fists down on the table in anger before marching back to Chef.

Cartman watched him leave just as Mr. Mackay appeared behind him.

"Is everything ok here Eric?"

"Oh yes fine now Mr. Mackay." He said sweetly.

"And are you feeling ok today m'ckay?"

Cartman shot him a puzzled expression. "Yes, why the hell wouldn't I-?" He started and then suddenly remembered the answer Mr. Mackay was expecting and his eyes grew wide hoping it wasn't too late to cut in. "Oh, no, I mean, I'm still feeling distraught and messed up about my troubles Mr. Mackay." He said bluntly but with a sorrowful face that Mr. Mackay believed every time, they all do.

"M'ckay." He said sympathetically. "Well you know where I am if you ever need me." And then he headed back to his office.

Stan watched Mr. Mackay closely and waited until he could say something without catching his attention again.

"Alright Cartman, don't you think this has gone far enough?"

Cartman purposely remained watching Mr. Macaky for a while before turning back to him.

"Oh Stan, it's only a game. Its only ever been a game."

"Yeah? Well don't you think you're breaking the rules a little?"

"I don't break the rules; I bend them in my favour."

"Whatever! I just think it's time you gave up on this Kyle slave thing!"

Cartman leant forwards slightly and looked into Stan's eyes, recognising his sudden attempt at raising his authority, and prepared himself to effortlessly push it down again.

"Stan, perhaps you don't realise what is going on here. This could so easily result in check-mate. The final few rolls of the dice and Kahl is exactly where I want him. I nearly had it this morning! There is no way I'm giving up now."

Stan frowned and gave him a threatening look. "That wasn't funny Cartman! You can't just make Kyle say that crap he-"

"Why not Stan? Last I heard this whole situation was set up by the school. They're all on my side; the side of the poor little sick kid, don't forget."

"This isn't a game fatass! If you continue this slave thing-"

"I'll win." Cartman finished for him and a smile slowly stretched to either side of his mouth.

It really is all a game to him…and he was right, he would win. Stan thought. He's really going to push Kyle to breaking point until he waves the white flag and Cartman will never let him live it down.

Stan stared at him in disbelief until Kyle returned, empty handed, and explained the obvious to Cartman.

"Oh well, I guess you'll have to give me yours." Cartman replied.

"Screw it, take the damn pudding!" Kyle shouted, grabbing his pudding and throwing it down onto Cartman's tray in anger before marching away, fists tensed by his sides.

He was shortly followed by Stan who quickly jumped off his seat and desperately tried to catch up with him through the crowded lunch cafeteria.

Cartman just sat and watched them both do this. His grinning smug smile slowly fell to a pissed-off straight line and his eyelids dropped from their position of wide eyed joy.

Sitting next to Cartman, Kenny hadn't even realised any argument had taken place as he was still frantically writing ideas down on a piece of dirty scrap paper that was now filled with multiple random scribbles.

"I got it!" He called in excitement as he finished and finally released his eyes from the paper. But he didn't look around enough to notice the other two were missing until he observed Cartman's blank face that was subtley hiding his frustration inside. But Kenny knew him well enough to tell when he was pissed off and he observed his blank, tense face before quickly turning to see what he was staring at just in time to see Stan and Kyle disappear from sight out of the cafeteria.

"Where are they going?" He asked in confusion.

Cartman remained still, and his eyes narrowed and stared hard at the spot he last saw Kyle and Stan.

"Dude, where are you going?" Stan asked when he caught up to Kyle.

"He may have permission to command me." Kyle started his tense fists clenching tighter as he said those words. "But I can't follow orders if I can't hear them."

Cartman remained seated ingnoring Kenny's questions comepletely. He can tell Kahl to do whatever he wants, but he can't stop him from running. Then again if that's his idea of a plan, he has gravely underestimated his opponent, once again.

"Oh Kahl." He muttered to himself. "You really think it's that easy?"

A/N: :O Yes my friends...it can get worse for Kyle :P If you like the story please review! :)