"Where are you taking us, Iron Maiden?" Milly inquires as they walk amongst the fresh wreckage of their school, having to lift their legs like ballerinas in order to step over large pieces of rubble. "Are we going back to La Resistance? Are our friends okay?"
"TIMMY!" he responds, turning into the giant opening that has been torn open. Its tremendous shadow falls over the three as they go. The blonde looks down and notices that the wheels on his chair look almost brand new. If it weren't for the trip to R'lyeh and the building crumbling in on itself, she's sure they would still be gleaming. They turn left and right swiftly around even the tiniest pebble lining the ground. They reach what used to be the gym. A few boulders surround the area, but most of the debris in the room seems to have been crushed into dust. Both Milly and Kyle take a moment to observe the devastated destruction of what was once a second home. The main basketball hoop crashed to the floor. It used to tower over anyone. No matter how tall a person was, not even Magic Johnson's head when he came to make a speech even brushed the bottom of the basket. Now it lies in a smashed heap, the backboard broken in half with the rim loose. The pole it once stood mightily on is now bent to the ground. It really is a sad sight. The trio moves on. There isn't much to see other than the same old things after that. The massive set off bleachers the school owned is now hidden behind the fallen ceiling.
A large shadow lords over them as they "enter" underneath the actual building. The spandex on Kyle's arms suddenly feels naked. Just as they all creep underneath the depths of the shadow, a cold and spontaneous chill rips through his top limbs and he grabs onto them. A shiver runs through him in the form of a vulnerable shudder. If Iron Maiden notices at all, he ignores it and continues on toward their destination. Milly, however, does display notice and glances back at him curiously. Something is definitely wrong in this place.
If R'lyeh made South Park warmer, then even the thin veiling of Coon's outfit is dark enough for the sun to burn him. He never was afraid of heights. Hanging over the partially-still-standing second floor of the school is not the Empire State Building even taking away the second story. The Coon has for sure been at larger heights than this. He's stood on this roof before. But never since his hands begin to tremble with an ill-timed sweat has it begged this meter of threatening. The cord that keeps him from death does not budge. It does, however, feel as if it gradually grows shorter by the second...Coon panics and his eyes shoot open. Despite this, he still doesn't really look as his fingers clamber for a good hold. His left arm swings up and forward, clinging onto any piece of metal or stucco jutting out from above his head. The specific part of the ceiling that he hangs from already curves downward, but seems to tip even deeper as he struggles to climb up. He feels the downward motion as his body begins to swing back and forth madly like a wrecking ball. Now his right arm gropes around for something to grab onto, but it only seems to make things worse, as more and more pieces of rubble spill over the edge. The whole ceiling creaks with Cartman's weight as he slowly drags it down, having weakened it by skinning off giant pieces of its plaster. He watches as they fall perilously to the ground of the first floor below and smash into small, white powder like a mighty collision of icebergs. He gulps, imagining how close that is to being himself.
What is that faint noise? Voices? There are other people nearby? Who is still alive and able-mouthed in the building? And why are they talking so loudly if they are? Don't they know the dangers of an avalanche? The voices grow louder and the ceiling creaks again. With each ragged breath these damned walls seem to take in, they lower Coon's body just a few more inches closer to the ground. His eyes are shut, but as the voices become more recognizable, they are almost familiar. He dares a peek with one eye down to gaze upon the bottom floor over which he currently dangles perilously. There in the musty remains of what used to be South Park Elementary's gymnasium are three figures, walking along and talking almost casually! The distinct outcry of, "TIMMY!" is recalled and if it were not for the close proximity to a life-ending situation that the Coon is stuck in, he would have reeled back in shock. Iron Maiden is alive? Not even Iron Maiden, but Timmy Burch, a cripple, is alive, unhurt, and able to work his wheelchair in costume! So it's true then. La Resistance survived. They have to have in order for Timmy to be up and functional with this current state of the school.
Also the two others that are with Iron Maiden walk and talk with him as if it were just another day at the playground. Among them is none other than Human Kite! So not only one member of Coon & Friends is below him, but two! Coon begins to swing himself around again, "Kyle! Hey, Kyle!" Human Kite, Milly, and Iron Maiden walk through the destitute wasteland when an ominous, creaking sound comes from above. They look up and to their surprise notice that the shadow above them has curved inward with the ceiling. "Milly! Iron Maiden! You guys, I'm up here!" And then the roof collapses, strained by all the swinging fatass rounds, and comes crashing down on the young heroes.