A few days later, Kenny McCormick was making the most of his lunch period. Or at least that's what he thought he was doing. While most people used their lunch period to eat lunch and socialize, Kenny spent his free time away from class reading a porno magazine. It was nothing new for him.

"What the HELL kind of porn is that, Kenny?"

The blonde instinctively turned his head to see who was questioning him about his indistinguishable fetish periodical, but the distinct voice of Eric Cartman gave the answer away already. Kenny had only the most mature of responses for him.

"The kind your mom makes."

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Oh whatever. She hasn't done any porns since 1998."

"'99" Ken corrected.

Cartman actually chose to continue the odd argument once he sat down.

"No dude, '98."

Kenny shook his head. "we saw the German video in 1999."

"It was predated though. Duh!"

Kenny blinked. "Shit, you're right."

"Jesus Cartman." Stan commented as he and Kyle approached the table next. "How do you know so much about your mom's porn?"

"Fuck you!" he snarled.

Kenny turned a page in his porn mag. Whatever he saw next, it reminded him of the topic he was about to switch to.

"You guys join any of those new clubs?"

Stan grinned. "Yep! I'm in chess. Are you gonna join any?"

Cartman snickered. "Chess? Oh my god dude."

"There's nothing wrong with chess, fat boy." Stan defended.

"Sure there is." Cartman explained to him. "God hates it, because only fags play it, and God hates fags."

"God doesn't hate chess!" Kyle exclaimed. "In fact, chess has been around for centuries as a creative and constructive recreation of several different wartime events and-"

Kyle was cut off by a loud yawn from Cartman.

"Oh Jesus, that's TOTALLY interesting Kyle. Tell me more."

"I'm just saying-"

Cartman yawned again to make sure the story couldn't continue.

"I hate you." Kyle stated quickly before giving up the fight.

With that fight over, Kenny was finally allowed to answer Stan's previous question.

"I kinda wanna join the slash club. A bunch of chicks are in it."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "You would join a club just because girls are in it. These clubs are meant for social interaction and to give you something to put on a college application. At least Stan joined a club to stimulate the mind."

Kenny grinned from ear to ear.

"HAR HAR HAR, I SAID 'STIMULATES'!" the redhead broadcast sarcastically. "God dude, grow up."

"Hey Kenny?" Stan asked. "What is the slash club anyway?"

Kenny dropped his magazine. "Oh. Heh. Don't worry about it dude. You don't wanna know."

"Why not?" Kyle asked. He once again began scowling at Cartman. "Is it like the 'I hate Kyle' club?"

Kenny shook his head. "No not like..."

Kenny paused. He could tell his Jewish pal was agitated thanks to Cartman. That was no surprise, but Kyle was starting to lash out at others because of it. Kenny included, and the blonde didn't care for that at all. Added to the fact that Ken didn't care much for Eric Cartman to begin with, and he decided then and there to achieve a measure of revenge on behalf of everyone who Cartman had ever pissed off.

"...Yeah! Actually Cartman, the slash club's a LOT like that."

Cartman smirked. "Really? Well it's about damn time those girls realized how evil Jews are."

Kyle could only growl from across the table as Cartman stood up to leave.

"Thank you Kenny. I think I'm gonna go sign up right now." he announced, doing his best to rub it in Kyle's face.

Kenny held back his laughter until Cartman was out of ear shot. How he had managed to hold back his amusement that long, he had no idea.

"What?" Kyle glanced at him, still feeling annoyed.

Kenny winked at his friend. "All you have to know is that he'll probably smack me after the club meeting's over."

If only it were going to be that simple.