At the same time that Butters recovered from being shot in Heaven, the broken bones of Saddam Hussain and Stan Marsh began to heal in Purgatory. They were back in Saddam's living room and lying on seperate couches, but guards loyal to Saddam were posted around the couches to guard Stan once he got better. After the injuries healed for both combatants, the guards surrounded Stan before he could move around too much, whereas Saddam was allowed to run and jump around once he got his bones back together. "Oh man, you really don't appreciate your legs till you can't use them for about 6 hours, huh Stan?!" But Stan didn't really feel like agreeing with him since about 7 people were pointing a gun at his head. Saddam however, being the consummate dictator, wanted to get on with the business at hand. "So, you broke in and tried to steal my book. What do we do about that, eh?"
"You might as well let me leave here. I'm gonna leave eventually anyway."
"Oh Stan, you sure have a way of telling me you wanna take a lava bath. All you had to do was ask in the first place instead of cracking my skull.", quipped Saddam in a half joking and half upset manner. But that obviously wasn't what Stan meant. "Saddam, no matter what you do to me, I'm gonna come back eventually and fight you again. After a couple or a few dozen fights, I'll eventually win one and get that book from you. You won't have a moment's peace cause you'll be too busy wondering if I'll show up. So why don't you spare yourself all that bullshit and just let me go to Heaven now? This way there'll be no one left that's brave enough to challenge you."
Saddam briefly thought that an idea like that was tempting, but only briefly. "Guy, why would I do that when I could just put you underground to burn for all eternity in lava?"
"You don't wanna do something that simple. You'd rather torture me for a long period of time and make it all slow and painful. You'd do that just cause I'm so much fun to make miserable because I'm in love, and you wouldn't wanna lose that kind of fun that easy. I know you, Saddam, that's not your style." Unfortunatly, Stan was dead on right, and Saddam cursed himself for that- although merely putting him in lava would probably seem tempting after another few seconds. But again, it wouldn't be as much fun to let him off that easy. "Fine, but you know I'll just have to do those kind of long painful tortures now!"
"And it'll just inspire me to come back here and fight you. Eventually I will get to Heaven, so I'm just saying there's not much point in delaying the inevitable. You won't get a moment's peace till I see Wendy in Heaven again." Now Saddam was getting as pissed as he suspected he would be. He sat down next to Stan to try and get his point across more clearly.
"You know what I hate about you and, well, the straight population in general, Stan? You're so boring and one dimensional! All you do is bitch and moan about one stupid girl and do everything for one stupid girl, you wasted the last few years of your living life doing that when you could have had fun! You're a goody goody, a wet rag for bitches on the rag, and hearing about how you're in love all the fucking time is so fucking annoying!! You and all the straight assholes in the world have that in common, and I can't stand it! I'm the villain, I'm more interesting and I have a lot more fun, so I don't deserve to hear about your faggy love crap and all your other bullshit!!" Saddam moved closer to Stan and put his hand on his head before he grabbed Stan's hair a little roughly. "What am I gonna have to do to make you stop loving some girl's booty?!"
"You'll have to kill me. Oh wait....you can't." Now Stan's confidence was growing more and more as he was finally really standing up to Saddam. But when two of the guards knocked him upside the head with their rifles, he wasn't able to think so straight as he fell back down to the couch.
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Butters looked all over the place for a house he could hide out in or some kind of workplace, or even a huge rock to hide behind. But there was nothing there, the entire area was bare- and even with shoes on, he could feel how hot the ground was. All he could see in front of him was a crowd of people, but none of them had Stan's blue hat on, so his search wouldn't end that quickly. But maybe some of the people there were new friends that Stan had made, so maybe talking to them might get him somewhere.
"Excuse me, hello? Anyone? Where can I find Stan Marsh?" No one was answering him or even seeming to notice him. They were too busy muttering or yelling stuff about Saddam and his recent trip to take people away from Heaven. If they looked at him, they would have probably assumed Butters was just another new resident of Purgatory. But Butters kept trying to ask his questions over the rabble. "Hello, anyone?! Does someone here know a Stan Marsh?!"
"Butters?" That certainly wasn't the answer Butters expected or really wanted from someone, but maybe it was a good sign that someone he knew recognized him. But when he turned around, all he saw in front of him were two....two hanging red things, for lack of a better word. Then he looked up and saw that it was just his old teacher, Ms Choksondick, who had those sagging breasts. "Ms Choksondick? I thought you died cause of semen from Mr Mackey, what are you doing here?"
"I was one of the hundreds of people Saddam took here because of you and Wendy's rampage, that's how. Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you yet, if at all. We want to save our energy for taking Saddam out.", answered the aged ex-teacher.
"So you don't know where Stan is?"
"No, I have no clue. But maybe you can stick around with us, we're all going to confront the other person to blame for this, Saddam. Maybe once we beat him up, we can make him tell you where Stan is or something. In any case it's nice to have an extra pair of hands to beat him up for taking me away from Heaven before Mr Mackey came up to sex me up again!" Ms Choksondick barely managed to make herself civil again after reminding herself of what Saddam had taken away from her. "In any case, come with us and help us get revenge and I'm sure Stan will turn up somewhere." Having no other options or plans to go on, Butters blended in among this mob of people who had been taken away from Heaven. They would start marching towards Saddam's mountain top any moment, and Butters would watch the action till the time was right. Hopefully he wouldn't have to fight that much since he needed all the energy he could save up for rescuing Stan.
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Back in Heaven, Wendy had barely moved from her bed after Butters had ran away nearly 5 hours ago. Basically, all the thoughts Butters had thought about involving the make out scene were being thought and analyzed by Wendy- the issue of why Wendy didn't kick Butters's ass, the issue of whether she really wanted Butters to go back to life now, etc. But the biggest problem she was having was answering this question- had she really given up on Stan so quickly that she went and found another boy to take his place? What did that really say about her?
And like Miss Ellen did, Wendy saw the horrible irony in what she had done- she went insane a few times over the thought of Stan finding another girl, and yet she was the one who was making out with Butters. And doing so while he was in Purgatory and probably about to be tortured by Saddam at that! How could she possibly do that to him?! Maybe it was because she had some unknown strong feelings for Butters that she didn't discover until tonight, but was that really a good excuse for this?
It couldn't cause anything serious between her and Butters though. It just couldn't. She was supposed to get Stan back and spend all of eternity with her like they were supposed to, and that was all there was to it. All that happened in this bed was a mistake. She was probably at a low point when it happened, she was too overcome by all the help Butters gave her to really object to what went on, and she must have felt it wouldn't matter if Stan was gonna be stuck in Purgatory forever. But in her heart, she knew it did now.
As wonderful as Butters was, he was no Stan. He didn't make Wendy have feelings of love she had never felt before like Stan did the first time they met. He wasn't so brave that he overcame his vomiting problem at the exact time she needed him the most, like Stan did. He didn't take a bullet for her in jail or have her back at her worst times the way that Stan did. And Butters hadn't given her 8 solid years of the kind of devotion, love, and magical memories that she shared with Stan. That was why she was so eager to get Stan back, so they could get back those times again and make new ones for the rest of time, which had been denyed them in life. Something like that was too valuable to throw away just because of one makeout session.
So it was decided, Wendy was still gonna stay devoted to Stan and she would say so once Butters got back. Then again, it shouldn't be that hard since Butters was smart enough to know what happened then couldn't happen again because she was meant to be with Stan. Other boys would just want to keep going and get a piece of her anyway, but Butters was understanding enough not to even think that way. Now Wendy was really hoping that they could work this out enough so they could remain friends, and so there would be no regrets between them when he finally got sent back to life. Wendy would regret it for the rest of her life if she lost Butters friendship over this. The reason she probably went on kissing him was because he was such a good friend to her, so much so that she didn't want to be in love with him, but she couldn't stand not being his friend as a consulation. But after a while, she was starting to get impatient and annoyed by him since he wasn't back yet, he should have come to the same conclusions she did by now.
Wendy stepped outside to see if there was any trace of Butters nearby, since he could just be hiding somewhere. But instead, she found the letter Butters left next to her doorstep an hour ago. She picked it up, read it, found out where Butters really was, and was overcome with more emotions than she'd ever felt in her life. Or at least too many to think of a proper way to react right away. Butters had understood things couldn't go any further between then, but he still loved her enough to go get Stan by himself. Maybe it was out of guilt for making out with her or maybe it was for some other thing that she was at fault for, she didn't know. What she did finally know was Butters was right in one part of his letter- she was gonna get there eventually. But unlike Butters who just went to the soul takers building to get the spells, Wendy remembered the club phone number and was just gonna call them to get the details. She ran over and dialed said number, then waited a minute for Grandpa Marsh to answer.
"Who the hell is this, I can't talk to you today! I'm in pain here, you son of a whore!" Wendy chuckled out loud since she was pretty confident as to why Grandpa Marsh sounded like that. "Butters hurt you and he got the Purgatory spells, huh? Well, if you don't want me to come over there and make you hurt even more, which you know I'm nuts enough to do, you'll hand them over to me right now."
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Saddam was pacing around his living room with two problems on his mind. He just found out that the ex-Heaven people were gonna be marching in front of his mountain to protest being moved here, plus he still had to find a way to take care of the still unconsious Stan. How was he gonna send a message to the newcomers that they would suffer greatly if they challenged him, and then after using his best material on that, how would he adequatly destroy Stan's spirit? He couldn't kill him, and he couldn't give him the easy way out by making him drown in lava. In fact, the only major damage that could be done to him is if he got some body parts chopped up like what almost happened to Saddam in Heaven.
And with that thought, Saddam had his answer for both problems in one fell swoop. "Guards, gag Stan's mouth in case he wakes up before the ceremony! I don't need him mouthing off while I'm showing him off to my new followers!"
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By the time the marchers got to the mountain, Butters found out from some others that Stan had tried to attack Saddam and failed, and he was probably in custody right now. Butters revised his plan so that he would wait until Saddam sent his troops to attack everyone, then he would go into the mountain and find Stan in the chaos. This way, everyone would be too busy trying to cut each other up to pay attention to him, even Saddam- or so Butters hoped.
Finally, about a few hundred people including Butters were standing in front of the entrance, demanding Saddam to come out and send them home. Butters stayed in the middle so Saddam wouldn't notice him too soon. And indeed, when Saddam came outside to greet the protesters, he didn't see Butters. Also, he had his troops surround him to guard him against attacks. Once that was in place, Saddam felt safe enough to talk. "Ey guys, relax! You can't be mad at me just cause I cast the spell that put you all here!" And by the time he finished talking, Saddam would not only convince them that was true, he would take care of his other problem- and officially become the king of the dead while he was at it.
"I know in your own fucked up minds you think this is my fault. But I know someone who deserves all that blame a lot more than me! Think of it, do you think I could have gotten away with taking you all here if God had the balls to stop me?! No, but I did because he did not!! Have the balls, that is!" This at least got the crowd to stop threatening to impale Saddam, so he figured he was making progress. And he wanted there to be enough progress so that when he brought God here with a new spell, the public would be too busy tearing Him apart to wanna hurt Saddam as he took over Heaven, a far nicer place to rule than Purgatory.
"God is supposed to be the higher point, the last word in Heaven! Yet He so easily caved in to me and to my demands that your happiness end forever! If God was as powerful and infallable and all knowing as they say He was, He would have fought me to keep you in Heaven! But he didn't!! So who's the bigger criminal here, the one who takes you here or the one who doesn't lift a finger to stop me, even though that one is supposed to be the All Mighty God!! Why didn't he live up to that name when he needed you the most?!! And why would you rather blame me for your troubles rather than a faggot pussy like Him?!!"
Not everyone was convinced that Saddam was right, Ms Choksondick wasn't and Butters wasn't really paying attention. But the majority of protesters seemed ready to believe that God was to blaming for not fighting for them in the first place, and the majority was good enough for Saddam. "There you go! Wouldn't you people that have seen the light do anything to get revenge on God for letting you down?! Well, I'm gonna give that to you in just a bit! Unlike God, I give the people what they want if it doesn't hurt me to much! I've put together a spell that will transport God here to Purgatory, where He shall face your justified wrath! The wrath of God won't have shit on you!" Those that had been converted to Saddam's side were now cheering at that possibility that they could physically pay back God here, perhaps enough that He could send them back and away from the crazed dictator. Of course, Saddam was going to take over Heaven in the chaos and enslave every dead soul in Heaven and Purgatory to do his bidding including these people, but they didn't know that yet.
"So because God messed up, we have to forgive you for actually destroying our afterlives because of it?!". yelled the still vengeful Ms Choksondick. But it was the perfect way for Saddam to get to the next part of his speech. "I figured a few of you wouldn't get the point. But you're forgiven for being crazy....for now. Most of you get the point and will follow my revenge plan willingly, but if any of you are still unconvinced, bring out the guinea pig!"
With that, Butters finally started to pay really close attention once some of Saddam's troops came out and dragged Stan into view. He was still out cold, but a gag was put into his mouth so he couldn't talk even if he was awake. Saddam went right next to the guard holding Stan to illustrate his final point. "I reward loyalty, but dissent, well, I don't like so much! And if you're gonna stay here forever, you have to learn something really quick off the bat! You go up against me like this guy did, you get the worst kind of suffering there is! I can't kill you, but maybe life without legs or arms might make you regret getting on my bad side instead!" To make that happen, Saddam reached into a holster on his belt and pulled out a big, 8 inch long sword. "This is what happens when you defy me! You lose your body parts, then I put them in the lava below us so you can never grow them back the next day! It's just a matter of which arm or leg I wanna cut off first!!"
As Saddam poundered what to cut off first and if Stan should be awake or asleep as he did it, Butters made his way through the crowd to try and get to Stan in time. He didn't know what he could do to stop this. All he knew was he just had to try, and fast.
"You might as well let me leave here. I'm gonna leave eventually anyway."
"Oh Stan, you sure have a way of telling me you wanna take a lava bath. All you had to do was ask in the first place instead of cracking my skull.", quipped Saddam in a half joking and half upset manner. But that obviously wasn't what Stan meant. "Saddam, no matter what you do to me, I'm gonna come back eventually and fight you again. After a couple or a few dozen fights, I'll eventually win one and get that book from you. You won't have a moment's peace cause you'll be too busy wondering if I'll show up. So why don't you spare yourself all that bullshit and just let me go to Heaven now? This way there'll be no one left that's brave enough to challenge you."
Saddam briefly thought that an idea like that was tempting, but only briefly. "Guy, why would I do that when I could just put you underground to burn for all eternity in lava?"
"You don't wanna do something that simple. You'd rather torture me for a long period of time and make it all slow and painful. You'd do that just cause I'm so much fun to make miserable because I'm in love, and you wouldn't wanna lose that kind of fun that easy. I know you, Saddam, that's not your style." Unfortunatly, Stan was dead on right, and Saddam cursed himself for that- although merely putting him in lava would probably seem tempting after another few seconds. But again, it wouldn't be as much fun to let him off that easy. "Fine, but you know I'll just have to do those kind of long painful tortures now!"
"And it'll just inspire me to come back here and fight you. Eventually I will get to Heaven, so I'm just saying there's not much point in delaying the inevitable. You won't get a moment's peace till I see Wendy in Heaven again." Now Saddam was getting as pissed as he suspected he would be. He sat down next to Stan to try and get his point across more clearly.
"You know what I hate about you and, well, the straight population in general, Stan? You're so boring and one dimensional! All you do is bitch and moan about one stupid girl and do everything for one stupid girl, you wasted the last few years of your living life doing that when you could have had fun! You're a goody goody, a wet rag for bitches on the rag, and hearing about how you're in love all the fucking time is so fucking annoying!! You and all the straight assholes in the world have that in common, and I can't stand it! I'm the villain, I'm more interesting and I have a lot more fun, so I don't deserve to hear about your faggy love crap and all your other bullshit!!" Saddam moved closer to Stan and put his hand on his head before he grabbed Stan's hair a little roughly. "What am I gonna have to do to make you stop loving some girl's booty?!"
"You'll have to kill me. Oh wait....you can't." Now Stan's confidence was growing more and more as he was finally really standing up to Saddam. But when two of the guards knocked him upside the head with their rifles, he wasn't able to think so straight as he fell back down to the couch.
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Butters looked all over the place for a house he could hide out in or some kind of workplace, or even a huge rock to hide behind. But there was nothing there, the entire area was bare- and even with shoes on, he could feel how hot the ground was. All he could see in front of him was a crowd of people, but none of them had Stan's blue hat on, so his search wouldn't end that quickly. But maybe some of the people there were new friends that Stan had made, so maybe talking to them might get him somewhere.
"Excuse me, hello? Anyone? Where can I find Stan Marsh?" No one was answering him or even seeming to notice him. They were too busy muttering or yelling stuff about Saddam and his recent trip to take people away from Heaven. If they looked at him, they would have probably assumed Butters was just another new resident of Purgatory. But Butters kept trying to ask his questions over the rabble. "Hello, anyone?! Does someone here know a Stan Marsh?!"
"Butters?" That certainly wasn't the answer Butters expected or really wanted from someone, but maybe it was a good sign that someone he knew recognized him. But when he turned around, all he saw in front of him were two....two hanging red things, for lack of a better word. Then he looked up and saw that it was just his old teacher, Ms Choksondick, who had those sagging breasts. "Ms Choksondick? I thought you died cause of semen from Mr Mackey, what are you doing here?"
"I was one of the hundreds of people Saddam took here because of you and Wendy's rampage, that's how. Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you yet, if at all. We want to save our energy for taking Saddam out.", answered the aged ex-teacher.
"So you don't know where Stan is?"
"No, I have no clue. But maybe you can stick around with us, we're all going to confront the other person to blame for this, Saddam. Maybe once we beat him up, we can make him tell you where Stan is or something. In any case it's nice to have an extra pair of hands to beat him up for taking me away from Heaven before Mr Mackey came up to sex me up again!" Ms Choksondick barely managed to make herself civil again after reminding herself of what Saddam had taken away from her. "In any case, come with us and help us get revenge and I'm sure Stan will turn up somewhere." Having no other options or plans to go on, Butters blended in among this mob of people who had been taken away from Heaven. They would start marching towards Saddam's mountain top any moment, and Butters would watch the action till the time was right. Hopefully he wouldn't have to fight that much since he needed all the energy he could save up for rescuing Stan.
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Back in Heaven, Wendy had barely moved from her bed after Butters had ran away nearly 5 hours ago. Basically, all the thoughts Butters had thought about involving the make out scene were being thought and analyzed by Wendy- the issue of why Wendy didn't kick Butters's ass, the issue of whether she really wanted Butters to go back to life now, etc. But the biggest problem she was having was answering this question- had she really given up on Stan so quickly that she went and found another boy to take his place? What did that really say about her?
And like Miss Ellen did, Wendy saw the horrible irony in what she had done- she went insane a few times over the thought of Stan finding another girl, and yet she was the one who was making out with Butters. And doing so while he was in Purgatory and probably about to be tortured by Saddam at that! How could she possibly do that to him?! Maybe it was because she had some unknown strong feelings for Butters that she didn't discover until tonight, but was that really a good excuse for this?
It couldn't cause anything serious between her and Butters though. It just couldn't. She was supposed to get Stan back and spend all of eternity with her like they were supposed to, and that was all there was to it. All that happened in this bed was a mistake. She was probably at a low point when it happened, she was too overcome by all the help Butters gave her to really object to what went on, and she must have felt it wouldn't matter if Stan was gonna be stuck in Purgatory forever. But in her heart, she knew it did now.
As wonderful as Butters was, he was no Stan. He didn't make Wendy have feelings of love she had never felt before like Stan did the first time they met. He wasn't so brave that he overcame his vomiting problem at the exact time she needed him the most, like Stan did. He didn't take a bullet for her in jail or have her back at her worst times the way that Stan did. And Butters hadn't given her 8 solid years of the kind of devotion, love, and magical memories that she shared with Stan. That was why she was so eager to get Stan back, so they could get back those times again and make new ones for the rest of time, which had been denyed them in life. Something like that was too valuable to throw away just because of one makeout session.
So it was decided, Wendy was still gonna stay devoted to Stan and she would say so once Butters got back. Then again, it shouldn't be that hard since Butters was smart enough to know what happened then couldn't happen again because she was meant to be with Stan. Other boys would just want to keep going and get a piece of her anyway, but Butters was understanding enough not to even think that way. Now Wendy was really hoping that they could work this out enough so they could remain friends, and so there would be no regrets between them when he finally got sent back to life. Wendy would regret it for the rest of her life if she lost Butters friendship over this. The reason she probably went on kissing him was because he was such a good friend to her, so much so that she didn't want to be in love with him, but she couldn't stand not being his friend as a consulation. But after a while, she was starting to get impatient and annoyed by him since he wasn't back yet, he should have come to the same conclusions she did by now.
Wendy stepped outside to see if there was any trace of Butters nearby, since he could just be hiding somewhere. But instead, she found the letter Butters left next to her doorstep an hour ago. She picked it up, read it, found out where Butters really was, and was overcome with more emotions than she'd ever felt in her life. Or at least too many to think of a proper way to react right away. Butters had understood things couldn't go any further between then, but he still loved her enough to go get Stan by himself. Maybe it was out of guilt for making out with her or maybe it was for some other thing that she was at fault for, she didn't know. What she did finally know was Butters was right in one part of his letter- she was gonna get there eventually. But unlike Butters who just went to the soul takers building to get the spells, Wendy remembered the club phone number and was just gonna call them to get the details. She ran over and dialed said number, then waited a minute for Grandpa Marsh to answer.
"Who the hell is this, I can't talk to you today! I'm in pain here, you son of a whore!" Wendy chuckled out loud since she was pretty confident as to why Grandpa Marsh sounded like that. "Butters hurt you and he got the Purgatory spells, huh? Well, if you don't want me to come over there and make you hurt even more, which you know I'm nuts enough to do, you'll hand them over to me right now."
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Saddam was pacing around his living room with two problems on his mind. He just found out that the ex-Heaven people were gonna be marching in front of his mountain to protest being moved here, plus he still had to find a way to take care of the still unconsious Stan. How was he gonna send a message to the newcomers that they would suffer greatly if they challenged him, and then after using his best material on that, how would he adequatly destroy Stan's spirit? He couldn't kill him, and he couldn't give him the easy way out by making him drown in lava. In fact, the only major damage that could be done to him is if he got some body parts chopped up like what almost happened to Saddam in Heaven.
And with that thought, Saddam had his answer for both problems in one fell swoop. "Guards, gag Stan's mouth in case he wakes up before the ceremony! I don't need him mouthing off while I'm showing him off to my new followers!"
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By the time the marchers got to the mountain, Butters found out from some others that Stan had tried to attack Saddam and failed, and he was probably in custody right now. Butters revised his plan so that he would wait until Saddam sent his troops to attack everyone, then he would go into the mountain and find Stan in the chaos. This way, everyone would be too busy trying to cut each other up to pay attention to him, even Saddam- or so Butters hoped.
Finally, about a few hundred people including Butters were standing in front of the entrance, demanding Saddam to come out and send them home. Butters stayed in the middle so Saddam wouldn't notice him too soon. And indeed, when Saddam came outside to greet the protesters, he didn't see Butters. Also, he had his troops surround him to guard him against attacks. Once that was in place, Saddam felt safe enough to talk. "Ey guys, relax! You can't be mad at me just cause I cast the spell that put you all here!" And by the time he finished talking, Saddam would not only convince them that was true, he would take care of his other problem- and officially become the king of the dead while he was at it.
"I know in your own fucked up minds you think this is my fault. But I know someone who deserves all that blame a lot more than me! Think of it, do you think I could have gotten away with taking you all here if God had the balls to stop me?! No, but I did because he did not!! Have the balls, that is!" This at least got the crowd to stop threatening to impale Saddam, so he figured he was making progress. And he wanted there to be enough progress so that when he brought God here with a new spell, the public would be too busy tearing Him apart to wanna hurt Saddam as he took over Heaven, a far nicer place to rule than Purgatory.
"God is supposed to be the higher point, the last word in Heaven! Yet He so easily caved in to me and to my demands that your happiness end forever! If God was as powerful and infallable and all knowing as they say He was, He would have fought me to keep you in Heaven! But he didn't!! So who's the bigger criminal here, the one who takes you here or the one who doesn't lift a finger to stop me, even though that one is supposed to be the All Mighty God!! Why didn't he live up to that name when he needed you the most?!! And why would you rather blame me for your troubles rather than a faggot pussy like Him?!!"
Not everyone was convinced that Saddam was right, Ms Choksondick wasn't and Butters wasn't really paying attention. But the majority of protesters seemed ready to believe that God was to blaming for not fighting for them in the first place, and the majority was good enough for Saddam. "There you go! Wouldn't you people that have seen the light do anything to get revenge on God for letting you down?! Well, I'm gonna give that to you in just a bit! Unlike God, I give the people what they want if it doesn't hurt me to much! I've put together a spell that will transport God here to Purgatory, where He shall face your justified wrath! The wrath of God won't have shit on you!" Those that had been converted to Saddam's side were now cheering at that possibility that they could physically pay back God here, perhaps enough that He could send them back and away from the crazed dictator. Of course, Saddam was going to take over Heaven in the chaos and enslave every dead soul in Heaven and Purgatory to do his bidding including these people, but they didn't know that yet.
"So because God messed up, we have to forgive you for actually destroying our afterlives because of it?!". yelled the still vengeful Ms Choksondick. But it was the perfect way for Saddam to get to the next part of his speech. "I figured a few of you wouldn't get the point. But you're forgiven for being crazy....for now. Most of you get the point and will follow my revenge plan willingly, but if any of you are still unconvinced, bring out the guinea pig!"
With that, Butters finally started to pay really close attention once some of Saddam's troops came out and dragged Stan into view. He was still out cold, but a gag was put into his mouth so he couldn't talk even if he was awake. Saddam went right next to the guard holding Stan to illustrate his final point. "I reward loyalty, but dissent, well, I don't like so much! And if you're gonna stay here forever, you have to learn something really quick off the bat! You go up against me like this guy did, you get the worst kind of suffering there is! I can't kill you, but maybe life without legs or arms might make you regret getting on my bad side instead!" To make that happen, Saddam reached into a holster on his belt and pulled out a big, 8 inch long sword. "This is what happens when you defy me! You lose your body parts, then I put them in the lava below us so you can never grow them back the next day! It's just a matter of which arm or leg I wanna cut off first!!"
As Saddam poundered what to cut off first and if Stan should be awake or asleep as he did it, Butters made his way through the crowd to try and get to Stan in time. He didn't know what he could do to stop this. All he knew was he just had to try, and fast.