A/N: OH MY GOD I'M NOT DEAD JHSKJADHKJSAH. I am back with over a month for CHAPTER FOUR. Yes! This chapter is a bit gross so I advise you, if you have a weak heart then don't read XD? I'm pretty sure, but still. No yaoi, and you can see if two characters are eliminated in this chapter!

WARNING: Language, Gross stuff

South Park does NOT belong to me in any way, it belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

Chapter 2

Rat Shit

Butters held his breath as his small fragile pink cheeks flustered when the large portion of disgusting filth was shoved in his mouth. He instantly threw up by the reaction and chunks of orange vomit was covering almost half of the floor. Butters didn't give up though, so he insisted Cartman for another one...of these rat vile creatures. Kenny squeezed the bridge of his nose by the foul odor produced by Butter's …. pool. I figured as if I could win this tough challenge, this...very tough challenge. Wendy looked more sick then Craig, her eyebrows was tightly squeezed together, her cheeks were in a deep shade of red. I could only tell what she would of done. Bebe took a quick glimpse at the horrible cooking,

"EWWWW!" Bebe covered her mouth, her eyes could tell not only was she horrified-but was ready to throw in the towel. She immediately headed straight to the back of the palm trees as I could hear faint howls of her deep moans. Damn Eric Cartman, damn him! I stared below at the dish of violet radishes sprinkled with rat shit, topped with Cartman's green SNOT. Closing my eyes, thinking of beautiful decorated french crap served with salt and little pink plates made from China...that isn't going to help. Closing my nose, evaporating only the fine french cuisine and smelling wonderful flavors of toasted bread made from Jewish people-worked a bit, but I still have to breath. Eric leaned over my presence as he smirked over my wrinkled face. "Ay jew! Go eat that fucking plate! Or do you want mommy to spit kosher mustard all over this food?"

Thomhas zoomed in the plate, even Thomhas looked horrified to stare at the horrible, disgusting shit! Eric, on the other hand-his eyes were amused and pleased, he was the only one who was joyful. Sprinkling my crap with only just a pinch of his 'kosher mustard'-he had a devious smile. A smile not only that can tell me that hell was beginning, but it had already began. I bet you're all wondering why we got in this mess? Challenge 1

DEAR LOSERS.

I the most wonderful, handsome, most awesome person in this earth (and the one who kills more jews then Hitler) will have to give you my first challenge. While I was watching Total Drama Island because THAT SHOW WAS FUCKING COPYING MY STYALE, I found one challenge to eat all of the shit served with shit. What other way to make it more awesome by serving REAL crap? Like baby barf, human hearts, rat fungus, HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE FUN. The one doesn't eat at least TWELVE dishes served will go on the helicopter and EAT MORE PLATES SERVED. HA HA HA.

It was almost noon and only Kenny, Christophe, Jimmy, and Bradley was finished with their plates. I was up to 7 plates, my stomach was about to hurl but I wanted to beat that fat fuck! Slowly I digested one rat radish with a quick gulp, and proceeded to the rat crap-and trust me, you may think rat shit might be small but NO this rat shit looked as if it was mutated with fucking ninja turtles to make this look like a roll of fat duck tape. As I think of anything delicious coming to mind, I thought about Cartman. Then a smile was forming upon me, entrusting that a devious plan was upcoming ahead. I thought more about Cartman, his ugly fat face, fucking faggy cheeks, his double chin as big as Adele's...I continued to eat my plate without any hesitation.

Later on, digesting one more dish all in a minute-my plan was growing larger as I smiled more, giving off a dumb big grin. In my thoughts there was me standing on front of Cartman, and Cartman. He was loosely tied but still sitting there like a fat piece of statue and he was wailing for his mom to come home. I imagined myself taking a large fat knife and swabbing deep in his stomach, red blood pissed out of his guts as I slowly started to eat him whole. It was a long time swallowing him up because he was a fat fuck but I imagined myself to eat him more and more.

" Dude! Look at Kyle!"

"What the fuck, how did he manage to eat all 12 plates?"

"G-gee that guy has some big tummy."

Forcing myself to eat more, as the remains were soon gone. I opened my eyes and found all of the members staring blankly on my eyes. "What?" After my reply, Wendy's head quickly popped up with a loud screech.

"DONE!"

Her hands in the air as if she won a world record, all of the eyes now stared at Wendy. She had ate at least 12 dishes to fill her stomach, Craig was second place with 10 plates. I urged my body to just give up and sleep but I have to help them somehow, I won't let people lose to the likes of Cartman! Eric Theodore Cartman! Butters was dead last tied with the goth kids who was vegetarian and didn't conform with the others. I walked over to Butters with small steps and shoved a spoonful of crap on his mouth. "Ergh..! G-gee Ickrhh!" I have to treat Butters as a fucking mom and he's just fucking 16? Throwing my hands in exhaustion, I continued to force feed Butters. After he was shoved with 12 plates, I continued with Token who looks really unpleasant. "No way in hell I'm going to eat that!" Token complained with his god damn rich platinum complaints. I rolled my heavy emerald eyeballs, am I cursed with being so fucking generous?

Token was stuffed, I wasn't trying to go force feed the goth kids because no way in hell am I going to touch them. While I was feeding Token, every other contestant finished (except Towelie because he's a towel and I'm pretty sure towels can't eat disgusting shit). So I took a wild guess to see who's out. Towelie or the goth kids? My best choice is the goth kids, but we didn't have to VOTE for who's out, Cartman just simply chooses who's out like a fat faggy boss.

It was midnight already as my red palms began to itch with my stupid little effort to try and actually be nice. Stan held my hands and stared at these red rough daggers, "Dude how sad. You shouldn't force feed these two." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. " I did it only because I don't want anyone loosing to Cartman"

"Wait ! Eeek! I finished!" Tweek jumped up and hollered some random letter while his hands were shaking on his blonde mess. Tweek quickly sat next to Timmy on the cold wet sand. I expect the goth kids to go out, I really-really expect them to. As my thoughts drifted away, my mind was blurring out and I became less stable to even stare at some chipped fire. Clouding in my dreams was Cartman taunting on how much of a jew I am, how much he hates me, how much he wanted me to go die back in the memories. For a second, when we had first met-I wanted him to be my friend. But suddenly, that all changed because of complaints, I thought Cartman was a good guy for once. I don't remember any nice things he said to me, not even a compliment, I swear I wish I could just kill him. I wish I could just strangle his fat thick-he's an arrogant, ignorant, idiotic, stupid, fucking fat …

"TOWELIE!"

I jumped up to see most of the contestants hugging Towelie. "I was going to get the money for my son.!" Towelie teared up, as he wiped his eyes with his body and tried to jump on the helicopter only to be lifted by Butters. "I-gee I'll miss you Towelie." Frowned Butters. Cartman rolled his dark eyes, acting as if he doesn't care.

"Enough with the fag talk Butters, just let go of Towelie. I swear if you act like that on every night sobbing about who's gone or who's not gone I'm going to make you the one who's gone!" He snapped.

"But I um gee I just wanted to go and..."

"Shut up Butters!" Cartman quickly replied.

I felt like punching Eric, round hard on his jaw and watching him cry but that would make me have a bad reputation, even if Thomhas is around or not. I rubbed my eyes, when the helicopter looked like a dot in the night I would watch it go father to the moon. Stan was sleeping next to Wendy, wait-where's my partner? I guess my annoying cousin got eliminated too, I swear I saw him wandering the remaining parts of Madagascar before...he was somewhere at the southern eastern tip of Madagascar when I had collected some coconuts. I didn't care to ask why he was there, I saw a metal foil on his head like he was in a Futurama episode-I clearly thought my cousin lost his head. So I simply ignored the nerd and went back to picking up the remains of a palm tree.

It was already the middle of the night and I still hadn't slept, my brain was stressed and all I could think about is winning the reality show. The only ones who are still awake is the half of the goth kids and Tweek. Tweek was sitting on a hole he had dug but was still shivering. I could tell Tweek was about to lose his head because he didn't have one day without coffee. The goth kids mumbled some dark mysterious poems that I didn't really understand but carried on ignoring me. I think Henrietta took a quick glance and went back to talking with the leader of the goth pack. Heidi was cursing for some brand new high heels, her thirst for shopping grown worse. This example makes me think humanity is getting worse by every minute.

A/N: VOTE for your favorite character to win by REVIEWING. Voting reviews are closed when I say so...soon! So please review/vote/suggest/etc. Towelie and Kyle's cousin got eliminated, but is Kyle's cousin really eliminated? Review and I'll continue!