So we got off and found the nearest motel. Turns out, you have to be at least sixteen to get a room. That sucks monkey butt as well because my I.Q. is WAY higher than any sixteen year old around this monkey butt town. So we're walking down the street and decide to go to the nearest fast food place. unfortunately, these white trash cowboys don't know what a McDonald's is, so we go to a family owned coffee shop whose name I cannot begin to pronounce, but it somehow reminded me of tweekers and pot heads.

So we walk in and a really shaky blonde boy whose shirt is buttoned all wrong took us to a little boothe in the corner of the shop. We order some coffee and cheese sticks, or something like that. I hand the kid our money and he walks away twitching and mumbling something about gnomes stealing his boxers.

We sit in silence for a few minutes when I hear a disturbingly familiar voice. It was that fat Eric Cartman kid who lived with us. Replying to whatever it was that Eric had said was the pissed off voice of the one and only supah hot Kenneth McCormick.

"I'm seriously, you guys! This chick put broken glass and shaving cream in my pillow! I got the cuts to prove it!" Eric boasted. He was talking about me. Yipee.

"(Well, you deserved it fat boy! After calling her sister a stupid whore.)" Kenneth retorted in my defense. AWW! How sweet of him.

When I heard Kenneth's voice I turned around and found they were in the booth right behind ours. Just to make sure, I asked "Kenneth? Kenneth McCormick? Is that you?" Yep, it was him alright. SO HOT!

"Denny? My goodness! What you doing' all the way out here in South Park for? Ain't you supposed to be in Middle Park?" Kenneth had a heart stopping voice!

"Yea, but we're running away because they wanted to split us into different places, so we -" I got rudely interrupted by a random chinese guy speaking jibberish.

I was super surprised when my second to oldest sister (second oldest to me, that is!) Sabri answered him back in the same jibberish. What The Fuck? I turned to her with a giant question mark on my face (NOT REALLY!)

"The hell was that?" I asked incredulously.

"I just answered his question." she answered bluntly.

"Since when do you speak jibberish?" Nikki inquired from next to me.

"Do you guys not know English?" What the fuck? She acted like she didn't know what the hell we was talking' 'bout.

"That was most definitely NOT English. I would know, because I have straight A's in that class." Kenneth's cute green hatted friend said.

"Stop running' your Jew mouth, Kyel. Nobody wants the opinion of a dirty Jewrat." the fat ass was runnin' his damn mouth again!

"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH, FATBOY!" me and Kyle yelled at the fatty at the same time. hehe.

"You best be shutting your damn mouth, or Karma is gonna get you back for all the mean things you've done, and she is most certainly NOT going' to be nice!" Sabri said somewhat calmly. How can she be calm at a time like this? As I was getting ready to give her the 'You've lost your damn mind' look, when her eyes flashed a neon green. Everything seemed to go in slo-mo after that.

I turned to see what the hell she was looking at, and a flower-pot fell square on the bastards' head! SCORE! Its bout damn time something happened around here that was worth watching.

"Dude, what the hell is wrong with your eyes?" asked Kenneth's fourth friend, an awkward noirette with a blue hat and a red-proof ball thing on top. hehe, adorable.

"What about them?" Sabri asked innocently.

"Your eyes just flashed neon fucking green!" he exclaimed. Just about that time our waiter showed up with our food and stuff. As soon as he heard redpoofball kids' remark, he twitched uncontrollably and poured hot coffee all over the front of his shirt while screaming something about martians and gnomes taking over the world. What. A. Waste. Of. COFFEE!

"Dammit, Tweek! Look what you went and did!" Kyle yelled at the poor kid. How sad. While I was trying to calm the kid down, Redpoffball kid kept interrogating Sabri.

"Dude, why are your eyes doin' that? Did you contacts fall out or something?" he asked.

"I don't need contacts, and I have no clue what your talking' 'bout. My eyes are brown, not green! Maybe you're the one who needs contacts, dumb nuts!" Sabri said, getting a bit defensive. Apparently, she was fed up with all the dumb drama going' on in here, so she stormed outside and sat underneath a tree in the lawn of the coffee shop.