As Eric was about to start the F-18, Stan stopped him.

"Eric, I want in," Stan demanded.

Kenny and Butters followed behind him.

"Me too!" Butters said.

"Me too!" Kenny said.

Kenny wasn't wearing his parka. He was wearing a shirt that he had spray-painted "NAZIS SUCK ASS" on.

"Stan, Butters, Kenny, I can't ask you to risk your lives as well. I'm only letting Kyle come because he was bothering me so much," Eric explained.

"And Butters, we're killing people. Are you up for that?" Eric asked.

"We're aware of the dangers," Stan said. He and Kenny got in the F-18.

"Eric, I know what we're doing in Georgia," Butters said trying to seem brave.

"Germany," Eric corrected him.

"Whatever, can I come?" he begged.

"Okay," Eric decided. He equipped the three with their gear and started the F-18. The plane took off, and Eric began navigating the skies. After about 5 minutes, Butters got bored and started to quietly sing.

"Loo loo loo, I've got some apples. Loo loo loo, you've got some too," he sang to himself. Kenny began humming the tune along with Butters. Stan and Kyle tried to shut it out, but eventually they gave in to the catchy tune. Soon, everyone was singing except Eric. Eric was humming along, but was afraid he'd lose focus if he started singing.

An hour later, everyone including Butters had stopped singing. They were sitting bored.

"Hey Kenny," Butters said.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"I spy with my little eye something white," Butters giggled.

"Is it a cloud?" Kenny asked monotonously.

"Yeah, but which one?" Butters asked.

Kenny just sighed. Then there was a boom. Kenny fell over.

"ANTI-AIR GUNS!" Eric yelled.

"Oh my god, they killed Kenny!" Kyle shouted. Kenny got up.

"Nevermind," he said.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... my head is killing me," Kenny said, stumbling around. "Everyone bail out!" Eric said as he leapt with a parachute. Everyone got a parachute and followed.

"Fire some bolts of electricity!" Eric suggested. They started raining lightning down upon the Nazis.

"HAIRY BALLS!" Eric shouted as he shot electricity at the ground.

"I thought we didn't have to swear!" Kyle said.

"I know, it's just fun!" Eric responded.

The F-18 crashed into a building.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nazi, but I have to kill you now," Butters said as he shot electric down.

"Don't be, Butters! They're assholes!" Kenny told him.

They landed in a street filled with Nazi soldiers, and took off their parachutes.

"HITLER'S ASS JUICE!" Eric shouted as he shot a bomb of static into a crowd of Nazis.

A Nazi soldier shot off Eric's yarmulke.

"Well shit," he said.

"RUN!" Stan yelled. They ran into an alley and lost the Nazi soldiers.

"Goddamn my design flaws," Eric whispered.

"I'll go see if the coast is clear," Kenny suggested.

"Be careful," Butters told him.

Kenny walked out into the street. No Nazis were in sight. He took slow steps forward. "Seems safe," he said, stepping forward once more. He had stepped on a land mine. Kenny looked down.

"Ah, tits!" he shouted.

BLAM! The land mine exploded, and bits of Kenny were everywhere. "Oh my God! They killed Kenny!" Stan shouted.

"You Nazi bastards!" Kyle yelled. Butters slouched down against a brick wall in the alley and bawled.

"This can't be happening! Kenny, no! Why?! Why did this have to happen?" he cried.

Kyle sat down and comforted Butters while Stan and Eric devised a new plan.

"Don't worry, Butters. That's the same way we were going to go. He sacrificed himself for us. It's what he would have wanted," Kyle said.

"No, it's not what he would have wanted. How would you know? You're not Kenny! It's your boyfriend's fault we're here in the first place! If it wasn't for him, Kenny would still be alive, so... so... SO SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH, KYLE!" Butters yelled. Stan looked over.

"Holy shit," he said in awe.

"Looks like Butters finally grew a pair," Eric said. Butters had a look of pure rage in his eyes.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled.

They could hear footsteps. Butters went out into the street alone. "Not again," Kyle sighed.

There were a few gunshots, a scream of anger, and then silence. The others looked to see if Butters was okay. They found a stack of electrified Nazi corpses in the street. Butters was standing on top.

"Let's go kill us a Nazi Cyborg," Butters said, still enraged.

Everyone else could only say one thing.

"Damn, Butters!"