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(Warning: This chapter has Cartman using very racist insults against the therapist, the therapist also being racist, and Cartman getting violently beat up. This may disturb some readers. And he makes more pig noises too.)

(Cartman is still freaking out on his hospital bed, making pig noises, having a flashback of having his flu shots earlier. The card game aggravated him greatly, and he is hiding himself underneath the sheets.)

Cartman: Great. Hope that fat smelly blackberry won't find me. She's uglier than Randy Marsh's asscrack or hairy legs.

Therapist (pounces at Cartman's bed, grasping him by the shoulders) Get yo' morbidly obese ass cheeks over here right now! Or I'll smack yo' ass hard!

Cartman (screaming and wriggling in pain, as she clutches his armpits) Where did ya come from, you stinky brown turd? Cause niggas don't do shit!

(The therapist slaps the living daylights out of Cartman's buttocks and face. She slams his face against the wall, giving him bruises, broken teeth, and a bloody nose.)

Cartman: AHH!!! What's that for, ya bitch?

Therapist: Cause you're a nasty little racist cracker! Your white ass mom failed you so hard!

(the whole incident is caught by the camera in Cartman's bedroom cell, and a scared worker, hiding somewhere in the nuthouse's basement, decides to put it on the internet, leaking it online.)

Therapist: That's what ya get for the bullshit that came outta yo' mouth! Ya hate me cuz I'm black? Well, that's bullshit you dumbass!

Cartman: Quit it you nigger faggot!

Therapist: You're the cracker jew!

Random Worker (live-streaming the incident on the internet since 13 minutes ago when it started, with over 230 people watching it. He writes this comment down about himself on the livestream.): "Jesus fucking christ. I'm thinking about retiring from this terrible nuthouse... early. But if I quit, I'll lose my wage of three dollars an hour. At least I also work as a warehouse guy and a barber. On the warehouse job, I get six dollars, on the barber job, I get three dollars..."

(A random person starts to comment on this worker's livestream. The user says: "That's sad! Hope you get outta this nuthouse real soon, and hope the other workers don't find out bout' this whole situation. Peace out."

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(Meanwhile, Cartman and the therapist are still fighting.)

Cartman: Ahh! Get away from me, bitch!

Therapist (punches Cartman on his arm) And that's what ya get for beating up Kenny Mccormick! Shame on you and your fat blubber ass! I wish your mom was in one of our prisons right now, cause she's stupid as fuck!

Therapist (dials phone): Hello, this kid is refusing to play a game. Get him his medication now, cause he won't cooperate with me nor the kids.

(Later, Cartman is restrained by 2 staff workers, and is given a dose of medicine orally. The medicine is made to stabilize his mood.)

Staff Worker #1: Alright buddy, this medicine will fix yer mood up real fast. If you don't notice any difference in your mood, talk to the doc later on.

Cartman (traumatized and stuttering by what the therapist did to him earlier): Oh... o-okay. B-but we're s-still l-little assholes... aren't we? C-cause I w-wanted to s-stop playing that s-stupid c-card game.