"H-hey Wendell!" I chased after him, breathless. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, Cartman! Did you make the swimsuits?" He asked. " I managed to get a few customers!"

"Yeah..." I giggled nervously. "I just have to finish the swim trunks."

"What are you thinking about, Erica?"

It was that name, it made me shiver.

"N-nothing." I said. "Bitch."

"I'm not stupid, Erica. Tell me the truth."

I told the truth; my version, anyway.

"I was thinking if we would ever become our original selves again." I said. "I miss my dick..."

"Very eloquent, but yeah, I see your point." He gripped my hands. "We just have to push through!"

It's working! Being a girl does have it's perks, I must say.

"Let's set up our stand, does it sparkle?"

"Sunshine," He was embarrassed. "Let's not use that, okay? Where did you learn that anyway?"

"From sources." I said. "Like I'd tell you, hoe!

"If you're trying to make me angry, it's not working... let's just go back, okay?"

"...Sunshine!" I smirked, running away.

"OH FOR FU-!" I couldn't hear him anymore. I am too good!

"Hey, Stan." I said casually. "Hey, Kahlee."

"What is it, Cartman?" Stan said. "If it's one of your schemes again, I'm out."

"Well, I guess you won't get any swimsuits or new clothes!"

"Swimwear? Kyle, what is he talking about?"

"Fatass over here was selling swimsuits..." Kahl explained.

"...That?"

"That she made so 'graciously' for us."

"Good. I'm glad you understand me with your tiny Jew brain."

"I know you're up to something, Cartman!"

"Well, I am making some money off of my own wholesome ideas!"

"Cartman, since when has 'wholesome' ever described your schemes?" Stan asked.

This was going nowhere. I might as well drop the ball right now. Hee hee, ball.

"I'm going to get Wendy arrested." I claimed.

"How are you possibly gonna make that happen?" Kahl said.

"Well, I saw something on the news that said a man got arrested for getting raped by a woman,"

"Since when do you watch the news!?"

"I was flipping channels for Terence and Phillip."

"Cartman, don't tell me you're actually gonna do it." Kahl was getting on my nerves now.

"Of course not, I'll just claim that he did if worse comes to worse!" Eric said. "Society doesn't want to seem sexist so they are always on the woman's side if it is a man versus woman case!"

"What kind of logic is that!?" Stan asked, exasperated. Desperately trying to stop me.

"Male tears logic! Also known as Feminism!"

"Well, certain things never change, like you being a massive idiot." Kahl muttered under her breath.

"It's true though!"

"You won't lay a hand on my girl...boy, whatever! You won't touch Wendy!"

"Like I'd actually just get close to Wendy just for the sake of getting close to her, Stacy. She's a dirty hoe."

"Y-you BITCH!" Stan punched me in the face. An eerie silence enveloped between the three of us.

"WAAHHHH! You MEANIE! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO A SWEET LITTLE GIRL!?" I said, bursting into tears.

"Don't try to cop out of this, fatass!" Kahl glared at me with her greedy Jew eyes. "You're faking it!"

"N-no I'm not!" I screamed. "You should just kill yourself!"

"You have snot running down your face, by the way." Stan pointed out. "It's actually kinda fitting."

"You're all assholes!" I said, running away again.

I can't believe they would just hit me like that, after everything I've been through with them! Why was I ever friends with them!?

I heard this while running away:

"You bet he's gonna forget about this in about two minutes?" Kahl said.

"Probably... nah, definitely," Stan replied.

I hate you all, dammit!

A/N: I was on hiatus, sorry. It's nearing the end of August, school is gonna start soon. Ugh! That means slightly less Fanficing for me! I really hope to finish this story before 2015, though. GOAL TIME! Also, your reviews are all read and they really do help! I love dialogue-based chapters! I hope I kept everyone in character! SFB, signing off!