The Professor Is Lied To
Professor Utonium paced the floor, biting his nails. It was way past suppertime, and no sign of the girls. He of course didn't suspect Hulk, the kindly old man, to have done anything with them… or to them… but the thoughts kept racing through his mind of the old preacher committing some horrible religious ritual on them.
The phone rang. Utonium was there in a flash. "Hello???"
"Professor? It's Max."
Utonium breathed a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, Mr. Hulk, thank goodness! I was so worried about the girls! They're still with you?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact, we were talking together, and they told me they wanted to stay with me these last few days to help prepare for St. Eva's arrival."
"Oh. But…"
"You needn't worry," Hulk continued. "I'll keep them well fed and make sure they say their prayers."
Utonium sighed. "Okay. But Buttercup doesn't like chicken, and Blossom is allergic to peanuts. And don't call squirrels rodents. Bubbles hates that."
"Duly noted, sir." And the phone was hung up.
Professor Utonium smiled and poured himself a drink. God was coming, the world would be enlightened, and the only reason the girls weren't home was that they were helping kindly Father Hulk. Everything was going to be okay!
(A/N: Yeah, right. And I'm Barbara Striesand.
CARTMAN: Damn your black heart, Barbara Striesand!!!
Umm… right. Well, I know this is a microchapter, but this isn't all of tonight's update, so read on! I plan on typing until the actual PPG comes on, which is 10:30, and it's 9:45 now… soooo… hohohohoho!)