When I get back tonight, if I do, I'll tell the guys maybe we should think about telling the cops the truth. At least when it comes to our own parents. If nothing else, that'd give our side an advantage in the war.
Maybe. They might get pissed and ground us. In which case it'd actually be better to spring Cartman's mom and the other side's parents.
Whoever wins, I just hope the war's over soon. I'm used to living without fresh food, power, or water, but the other guys won't make it much longer. Neither will the Kindergarteners.
That book should be around here somewhere. Come on, Provider. Show me the way. I don't want one of ours to die at Carousel tonight. I guess I could volunteer to die every time we lose so no one else has to, but that's kind of painful. I'd rather avoid it if possible. Besides, this division is all Cartman's fault. As usual.
Shit, someone's here.
Shit! They hear me!
I shouldn't have gotten the book. I need to remind myself about volunteering again.
