Disclaimer: I obviously do not own South Park.
Under The Bleachers
"What's up, dude?" Kenny muffled, as he approached the bleachers, under which Christophe was already smoking his third cigarette of today's lunch period. The goth kids were there, too, but they always stood far away from everyone else; keeping to themselves.
Christophe scoffed. "I'll tell you what eez up." He gestured toward the sky.
Kenny immediately regretted asking, as Christophe plunged into another hateful speech about God; who Kenny silently thanked, when someone tapped him on the shoulder, and asked him for a cigarette; saving him from this "godawful" one-sided conversation (pun totally intended).
Ironically, that person happened to be the Antichrist.
"Give it a rest." The high pitch of Damien's voice always through Kenny off. "I'm the son of Satan, and you don't see me bitching about God 24/7."
Kenny sacrificed one of his cigarettes to the aforementioned deity, and attempted to light it, but reflexively pulled back, as a flame burst out of seemingly nowhere. Damien had conjured it pyrokinetically. He brought his flaming fingertip to the cigarette between his pursed lips, and lit the cherry like a BAMF.
"Wish I could do that," Kenny said, flicking his ashes. "Wanna trade powers?"
"No, thank you. I'm already immortal."
"By the way, I ran in to your dad, earlier. He told me to say 'hi' to you."
"You already died once, today?"
"Once?" Kenny scoffed. "Try twice."
"Ouch." Damien winced sympathetically. "Well, next time you die, tell him I said 'hello.'"
"Ran into Pip, too," Kenny continued. "He wants you to join him for a tea party, next time you're in Hell."
Damien rolled his eyes, bringing his cigarette to his lips, but the sound of laughter snapped his attention back to Christophe. "What's so funny?" He attempted to sound intimidating, but his falsetto voice betrayed him.
"Sorry," Christophe insincerely apologized, still smirking around his cigarette. "I just imagined ze son of Satan, having a tea party in Hell." The way he worded it, Kenny couldn't help but laugh, too.
"Shut up," Damien muttered, pale face turning red.