HEEEY!! Tis Kinny! I'm typing up the second chap. Hope you like and I hope it doesn't suck

South Park is NOT mine

"ow...o-ow..." I blinked up at a red light shining down to me, it was giving me a headache. At first I tought it was just the nurses office, the bright red light was suddenly blocked out by a figure, shaking me and calling my name.

"Kenny. Kenny! Get up you asshole." muttered a voice,

Straining my eyes I focused on the angry hellish face of the Anti-christ.

"Eeech!" I snickered in disgust and tapped his face away, "Not the prettiest sight to wake up to."

Damien punched me in the gut, "Asshole!"
"AH! God damn it!" Yeah I can tell Hell's gonna be reeeeal fun.

I was helped up by Damien and another dude who I think his name was Rat or Mole or something, I heard about him from the guys, they put me in my really really, I mean REALLY, nice penthouse! Ever since I helped Satan with his boyfriend issues and saved everyones asses by going back to hell, I've been recieving the life of luxary here. Plus Damien is my homeboy.

I slumped on my couch and flicked on the TV, Damien sat in one of the chairs and that Mole dude grabbed a chair from the kitchen and sat down too.

"So how'd you die today Ken-master?" joked Damien,

"Fatass shoved me down the stairs."

"I 'ate zat ass 'ole." spat Mole out bitterly,

"He killed you too right?"

"Basicallee."

I snickered, "Fucking jackass, kills two of us and makes old-demon boy blow up his boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!" growled Damien as Mole and me laughed.

"DUDE!" I suddenly shouted and clicked on a program,

"What ze 'ell ar' we watching?"

"Porn." Damien rolled his eyes, I just smiled my 'little devil' smirk and turned up the volume.

We just kinda...sat there, watching two people going at it, sharing a little bit of our own stories.

"Seriously?! In a preschool?!" I choaked on my beer as I stared wide-eyed at Mole,

"Oh yeah." he smiled and put his feet up, sipping on his own bottle of gin, "Zhey called me for zhe rest of zhe day."

"Dude...sick." laughed Damien loudly. "Mm." he checked his watch, "Mole. We gotta go"
"Right." they tossed their empty cans away and left the appartmant.

I was bored as hell. Hanging out with the dudes were fun though, I looked over at my laptop, something flashed saying I got some kind of mail. Grabbing my laptop, I clicked on the flashing menace.

"E-mail from Earth. Kyle Broflofski."

I blinked, "Kyle sent me a message?" After apon reading it, I rappidly type up my response.

Dear Kyle,

Dude! Awsome to hear from you! Life in hell's been...intresting. Me, Damien and that french guy have been talking about porn and crap like that. You know the usual. We all want to kill the fatass. When I get back, i'm gonna throw his motherfucking ass over the side of a cliff! Aahhahha!

So how's everyone been in that quiet, little, pissant, redneck, podunk, jerkwater, greenhorn, one-horse, mud-hole, peckerwood, right-wing, whistle-stop, hobmail, truck-drivin', old-fashioned, hayseed, inbred, unkempt, out-of-date, out-of-touch, white-trash, kick ass mountain town? Hope nothing to big happened when I was gone.

I'm pretty sure i'll come back in a week or something, anyway...Red Racer has really gone down hill huh? Its on he TV right now, don't tell Craig I said that, he'd splash boiling fucking coffee in my face again.

Satan makes the best fucking tea man! I don't even like tea and I think its fucking amazing!

I better cut this short before I start rambling.

Titty-sprinkles,

Kenny.

P.S Damien wants to say that he 'loves his sweetums Pippy!'

As I typed up the last words, I chuckled, "Damien's gonna kick my ass."

SEND

Wow this sucked.