Cartman and Klari pulled up to a small brick building with giant stained windows in the formation of the holy lord Jesus Christ. The paint was colorful, resembling that of divinity. Cartman pulled his automatic transmission, putting it into park. Cartman was old school; he liked driving a gas car, one that polluted the environment. He drove a 2010 impala, just enough to get around and not too flashy.

Cartman turned to Klari, to see her looking in the mirror of the sun visor, applying red lipstick to her lips. As she finished she popped her lips. Cartman had been with women and he even had one at a young age, her name was Heidi. But Klari was unlike any woman he had ever been with. He never understood the insistence of women fixing their looks to an unnatural level of perfection. He liked the beauty of Klari, but many people would think that she could never find perfection in her own beauty.

Cartman became distracted by Klari before turning the car off and opening his car door. He still held onto the photo in his pocket. For Cartman something was itching at the back of his mind. The thought of incompleteness, something was missing in his life, but he could not place his finger on it. The thought lingered for a second, but Cartman disregarded it. He had more important things to worry about.

The front entrance of the church had wooden doors formed in an artistic form. The door had a Victorian design, with glass stained windows formed in a semicircular form, split into linear triangular quadrants. The tint of the glass embodied a rising sun. Cartman admired the artistry. He held the door open for Klari before stepping into the church.

Klari and Cartman made their way to a place to take their seats, while pastor Mason spoke the word. "To understand our mission we must look onto the word of our lord and savior Jesus Christ. The word states 'The Jews picked up stones again to stone him.' " Mason gazed into the crowd of thirty. He quickly noticed as Cartman and Klari took their seats.

"What did the lord say to these vile heretics? 'I have shown you many good works from the Father; for which of them are you going to stone me?' How can you stone a messiah? They should be stoned for not following the will of the lord!" Mason yelled with passion. Rage permeated the air, filling the room with a sense of anger among the listeners. Cartman listened with a smile across his cheek.

"How did they respond to him as he spoke the truth? 'It is not for a good work that we are going to stone you but for blasphemy, because you, being a man, make yourself God.' Hear that? They question the word of God. They question his authority, his all-powerfulness." Mason gripped his hand to the podium. He looked down to his bible, Klari had known Mason for a while and she knew the pain he felt while reading the scripture of Jesus being prosecuted for his divinity.

"They call themselves the chosen people, people that are followers of the lord above. But how are they chosen? How could they be when you question the legitimacy of Jesus himself? They are not chosen. We and we alone are chosen and we must correct their judgment." Klari felt the passion and began to clap, followed by the rest of the congregation While Cartman felt conviction behind Mason. He also felt that Mason tended to get himself carried away in the religious dogma.

The clapping subsided and Mason came closer to the mic. "We are all followers of the new order sect of Christianity to bring order to the world. I know you all feel the change that must be done, but no one knows that better than Eric Cartman and Klari Anderson. I would like it if you all gave them a warm round of applause." The congregation stood while Carman rubbed his neck awkwardly. In his past he craved attention, lived for it. Klari on the other hand stood, waving as the crowd of people clapped and cheered for her and Cartman. Mason announced for Eric to join him as the people calmed their applause.

"Please, Eric give us your testimonial of how our church guided you down the path of righteousness." Mason spoke with a commanding voice that gave Cartman a sense of duty. He came closer to the mic before clearing his throat. He looked at the crowd as sweat rolled down his forehead. Cartman always hated speaking in front of crowds, but he would never show it. He could never let people see his weakness. His ego was too massive for that.

"Hello, fellow members. I am sure you are all aware of who I am. Me, Mason and Klari we all formed this church in hopes of spreading our message. We believe we are the chosen people. Not the Israeli people. We believe it is our mission to grow followers, while I might not be as passionate as Our pastor Mason I still believe in the cause." Cartman clenched his grip on the podium. He spoke his heart but something felt off. Cartman scanned the room for Klari and she was sitting smiling at him, which made his heart warm. "Speaking of the cause, maybe Klari can speak better about the cause than I can. Let's have a warm welcome for her." Cartman began to clap, while he allowed Klari to get to the podium. He slowly backed away as Klari began to speak her own rhetoric.

Cartman felt the dryness of his throat and went to the back of the church where the kitchen was. Cartman pushed the kitchen door open and was met by Mason drinking a glass of water. Mason was a new friend of Cartmans. From Cartman's point of view, Klari knew Mason longer than he did. They were friends with a bond stronger than what Cartman had with Kyle, Stan, Kenny and the rest of the South Park kids.

Mason placed his cup of water down, while the glass made a clanking sound as it hit the counter. "That was a fast speech. Did it go over well?" Cartman closed the door behind him without looking at it, Cartman kept his eye contact with Mason. Mason was 21 years old. He had brown hair, pulled back in a bun. He kept his face rugged, with rough facial hair. He never grew it out, at least not as long as he has been around Cartman. But you could notice he could grow a beard if he wanted to. The early morning in that kitchen was no different.

"It went over decently, well for the most part at least. Klari took over for me. She has always had more passion for this than I have. Don't get me wrong I believe in the cause, but I wish she and I had more time for each other. We both met in high school after my mother moved us to New York. She said we needed a fresh start." Cartman leaned his arm on the table right in front of Mason "Boy did we get a fresh start. You knew her all the way back from elementary school. So tell me what was she like back then? Is she still the same?"

Mason sighed before leaning himself forward to stand up and open the refrigerator. He took two beers out. He pulled a bottle opener out of his pocket, which was attached to his key ring. He popped it before trying to hand it to Cartman. "Oh I almost forgot to ask. Do you drink?" Cartman looked confused for a second before nodding. Cartman grabbed the handle of the bottle, as Mason released his grip. "Where do I start with Klari?" Cartman told him to start at the beginning, where it all started. Mason chuckled a little.

The pastor told Cartman of all the fond memories he had of Klari. Cartman laugh and joked with Mason. Cartman had never had a genuine conversation with Mason, before they shared a beer. Although Mason laughed and joked through the memories, Cartman could sense more, but he didn't want to pry and left it alone. No need to open Pandora's box, he thought to himself.

Mason placed down his beer while presenting a more serious expression. "Hey, Cartman, can you do me a favor?" Cartman saw the demeanor change in Mason. He knew that Mason needed Cartman's full attention. Cartman Nodded his head before verbally agreeing to the request.

Mason laid out his favor. Cartman saw no harm in it. The only problem was he could not tell Klari. The favor had to be kept from her as to surprise her. He hated lying to Klari, but Cartman would do anything to put a smile on her face. The face of the woman he loved.

Mason looked at his wrist watch, while he had a shocked look on his face. "Look at the time. The church sermon your wife is giving is about to be over, it's almost 11 am. Another church is coming in, time sure does fly. Doesn't it Cartman?" Cartman Verbally agreed before lifting himself to a more proper posture. He had to leave. Klari hated it when he kept her waiting. She waited for no man, not even Cartman. As he waved the pastor bye all he could think was how he would keep his lies bottled up.