"You've got some pretty mean cuts there Stan." Butters said. "W-when we go home, we can stop by my house. I got some Garfield Band Aids. Why we'll fix you up good as new."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Stan suddenly hissed, making Butters jump back slightly and drop his jaw.
"Well, at least he's finally talking again." Kenny said.
"Fuck you!" Stan exclaimed in Kenny's general direction.
"Dude, what the fuck is your problem?" Kenny questioned.
"Yeah" Butters spoke up again in confusion. "We're only tryin' to help. Wh-what the fu- ...Heck is wrong with you?" he asked.
Butters was never one for casual swearing. Baby Jesus cried upon hearing that kind of potty mouth, or so Butters was told.
"Where the hell were you when I was getting my ass kicked? Huh!" Stan replied angrily. "Where was your 'help' then!"
Butters answered the rhetorical questions, quite embarrassed by his behavior when he looked back on it now.
"uh...Well we were sorta...h-hidin' under a table..."
"You could've helped." Stan continued, his voice getting calmer as he spoke. "They were your friends too. It's like you didn't even give a shit!"
Kenny shook his head. "It's not that we don't care. Although, I was never close to that goth kid."
"You know what I mean!"
"Did I or did I not try to warn you about Damien's powers?"
Stan went silent and yanked another glass fragment from his cheek. Kenny had him there.
"Stan, when you've died as much as I have, you get numb to the whole thing." Kenny explained. "Death is just part of life."
"Not for our friends it's not." Stan argued. "He killed them Kenny. He killed all of them, on purpose, and sent them to a place they shouldn't be except for maybe Cartman."
"Yeah, and that sucks." Kenny agreed. "That's why we're here with you now: To help you stop him. I'm just saying you can't go up to the son of the devil, no matter how pissed off you are, and expect a normal fight."
Stan hated to admit it, but Kenny's reasoning checked out here. His anger for the first blonde fading away already, Stan decided to try his luck with the other one. He looked to Butters next, wanting his explaination for a seeming lack of emotion.
"Well?"
Butters nervously mashed his fingers together.
"W-well gosh, of course I care about everyone dyin' like that. It's just, I-I think death is beautiful. I mean, sure it makes us really sad, b-but our loved ones find eternal peace a-and happiness. So after a while of bein' sad, w-we should be happy for 'em. Otherwise we're just bein' selfish."
"They aren't finding eternal peace in hell, Butters." Stan said. "And if Damien becomes the new death, that's where everyone's gonna go when they die. No one's gonna be happy forever in Heaven again. Ever."
Butters' eyebrows began to furrow. "Gosh, that Damien's a...Why he's a..."
"Asshole?" Kenny offered.
"Piece of shit?" Stan supplied.
"Aw heck, I'll just say it. H-he's a big -jerk-, that's what he is!"
Butters hoped that God would forgive him for using the J word. He made a mental note to say a prayer for fogiveness tonight.
"Fine" Stan said as he checked out the damage to his body in a mirror. "I'm just saying you guys could help a little more. I know this is my quest, but it's not like they just died by accident. They were murdered, and we have a chance to catch the guy who did it."
"Okay, okay." Kenny agreed. "Next time we'll help you more. You obviously need it anyway."
Stan glared a bit at his 'expert' friend. "So how -should- I deal with Damien then?" Stan asked.
"Well, you're dealing with a sadistic, soulless demon spawn. You should try to find somebody who thinks like he does to help."
Stan blinked. "That's a good idea."
"Yeah" Butters concurred as well that Kenny's idea was a good one.
Fight pure evil with other pure evil. It made sense. Maybe Kenny really was an expert on this stuff after all.
"Th-there's just one problem fellas."
"What?" they asked.
"Where the heck are we gonna find a lawyer?"