"GODDAMMIT, KENNY!" Cartman yelled in disgust, as Kenny pulled into the Chick-Fil-A parking lot, "I TOLD YOU YESTERDAY I DIDN'T WANT TO EAT FUCKING CHICK-FIL-A AGAIN!"
"Fuck you," Kenny replied, "You know I don't have enough money for any where else, and you won't lend me any!"
"That's bullshit, Kenny. Of course I'll lend you money," Cartman defended, crossing his arms.
"Fine, give me three fifty," Kenny held out his hand, and stared at Cartman blankly, not buying his crap.
"No, Kenny! It's my money! Stop being so lazy and go earn your own, fucking hobo," was Cartman's almost reflexive response, "Okay, FINE. I get your point, but I still don't want to eat fucking Chick-Fil-A again! It's all we've eaten this whole week!"
"Well then what do you expect me to do, huh? Reach up my butt and pull out money?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me"
The two bickered back and forth in Kenny's pick up truck for nearly fifteen minutes. Finally, Kenny grabbed the collar of Cartman's shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Cartman kissed him back, but Kenny immediately pulled away to say "We're eating Chick-Fil-A."
"Fine," Cartman muttered, crossing his arms again.
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Author: Oshizat, my endings fail. oAo Anyway, this story was inspired by my sister and I joking about how my mom always wants to eat Chick-Fil-A for lunch. Hope you enjoyed it. owo