Please, pardon my lack of italics. This was originally written on a message board, and they have a special italic code there, but it doesn't show up here. Oh well, hopefully you can already figure out whats supposed to be italisized and whats not.

Note: This chapter is very, VERY gross. Dont read if you're squeamish!

Chapter 10

-Kyle's Gift

"KEGGER TONIGHT BOYS!!!!!!!!!!"

Kenny shouted as he came bursting through the door, lugging a huge keg behind him. He had the biggest smile on his face, and looked ready for a party.

"Kenny! You cant bring that in here! This is a college!"

"The security guards said I could bring it in if I let them come."

He dropped the keg in the middle of the room and sat down on the floor, exhausted. It was indeed a BIG keg, wow. He stared at, still grinning. He looked like he was about to get up and hug it, for god's sake. But what did you expect, he was an alcoholic. Just not an admitted one.

"Where the hell did you get that, anyway?" Stan asked.

Kenny was silent for awhile. They both looked at him perplexed, hoping he didnt steal it.

"Um, I found it."

"You what?!" Cartman practically yelled. "Where?!"

"On my porch. Well, Kim's porch. Some stupid bastard just left it there!"

Stan felt a feeling of dread creep over him. Nobody, no matter how stupid they are, would leave a ten-pound keg on anybodies porch. Unless they knew that the person would definetly take it in.

Kenny was now bending over it, trying to tap it. He held out his hand, and Cartman tossed him an empty coffee cup, one of many scattered around.

"Kenny, I dont think you should drink that."

"Why not? It looks fine." He said, pulling the tap and letting out a steady flow of amber liquid. It looked fine.

He took a sip and sat back, testing. He sat with his eyes toward the ceiling for awhile, moving his tongue around his mouth. Until the two watching him got impatient.

"Well? How is it?" Cartman asked, sounding annoyed.

Kenny held up his hand again, silencing him. Then he answered by gulping down the rest of the cup, and getting another.

"Its great! Seriously, I've never had anything like this!!! Here, try some!"

He got another empty cup and drained more of the keg, then gave it to Cartman as he settled down on the floor beside Kenny. Yet again the procedure went, Cartman took a sip, then another, then drained to cup and got another.

"Shit! This is great!" He said excitedly.

"You should have some too Stan! I know you'd love it!" Kenny said, and handed him a cup.

Stand didnt trust the situation at all. It was too suspicious. He stared into his cup, comtemplating whether to drink or not. If it wasnt safe, he'd have to get Kenny and Cartman off it too, but how? They were loving the stuff.

Didnt I see this in a movie somewhere? The people ate the food, then they got sick or something and turned into pigs. I hope they dont do that.

He chuckled at the idea, and continued to stare into his cup. The beer seemed fine, so did Kenny and Cartman, so far. Maybe he should just try a little bit..... he slowly raised the cup to his lips, then stopped. What were those little white things at the bottom? They didnt look like bubbles, more like......................

Oh dear sweet god............... MAGGOTS.

Stan immediatly dropped his cup, spilling the beer all over the floor. The three maggots at the bottom of the cup fell out too, but Kenny and Cartman didnt notice.

"Hey what the fuck?!" Kenny said angrily as the spilled beer came within a millimetre of him.

"Stan, what are you doing?"Cartman asked.

"THIS!"

He almost puked when he looked at them, but got up his courage and kicked the keg over. The beer spilled all over the floor, and Kenny and Cartman recoiled in both the wanting to stay dry and horror at what they saw. Maggots, everywhere, pouring out of the keg.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Was the only thing Kenny managed to sputter out, but Cartman was speechless.

The two looked at each other, then raced to the bathroom. They fought over the entrance, but managed to get in and split the toilet, puking their guts out. And indeed, there were maggots in them.

"Fuck.... aw fuck" Was all Stan could say.

He didnt notice the little tag attached to the keg, that read in scribbly, childish hand-writing, "To Kenny, from Kyle."