First of all, thanks to everyone who followed and reviewed, it's really great to know that my hard work is really paying off, and if you haven't, don't hesitate to. Anyway, there's nothing much more to say so on with the fanfic…

'Enlist today!' Cartman and Butters were sat outside the mall campaigning for the upcoming holocaust. They also plastered posters around town, like everywhere, cars, billboards, taxis, park benches. It would have been difficult to find a spot that wasn't postered.

Then, a large, blond man wearing lederhosen and eating a sausage waddled by.

'Hey, fatass!' Cartman yelled, although he had no right to say this,

'Me?' the fat German said, or at least attempted to say, but it was more of a muffle and he spat out a bit of sausage while doing so.

'Come here, ya dickhole!' said Cartman, motioning towards the campaigning table, which Cartman had stolen from his kitchen, Cartman's comment offended the fat German, but he waddled to the table anyway. 'How would you like to join our holocaust?!'

'Volocaust?' the fat German spat a bit of sausage on Butters' face 'vat is a volocaust?'

Cartman facepalmed 'Oh great… I'm trying to enlist the only German the only f*cking German in the f*cking world who doesn't know what the f*cking holocaust was!'

'Errrmmmm, does it come in vazberry?'the fat German asked, before once again scoffing a bit of sausage.

'W-what?' Cartman stuttered 'NO IT DOESN'T COME IN F*CKING RASPBERRY, YOU FAT ASSHOLE!' Cartman was growing impatient and the fat German was becoming a waste of his time 'listen,' Cartman sighed 'how about, you join our holocaust, and I'll buy you a bagel.'

'Hmmmmmm, vokay!' the fat German said, with a cheesy grin across his face, before leaving his details and gleefully waddling off.

Butters had now left and was walking through the town handing out flyers, he had just passed Tom's rhinoplasty and was on

'You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you, at all

You need me

'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right

I won't stop 'til my name's in lights

At stadium heights with Damien Rice

On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights

Because I'm young I know my brother's gonna give me advice

Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper

Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah.

The game's over but now I'm on a new level

Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal

People think that I'm bound to blow up

I've done around about a thousand shows

But I haven't got a house plus I live on a couch

So you can be the lyrics when I'm singing them out, wow

From day one, I've been prepared

With vo5 wax for my ginger hair

So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds

'Cause it's another day

Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic

Gonna be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it

And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift

Into another rapper's shoes using new laces

Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers

Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the majors

Nationwide tour with just jack, still had to get the bus back

Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache

I hit back when the pen hurts me

I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee

I'm still the same as a year ago

But more people hear me though

According to the MySpace and YouTube videos

I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio

Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio

Melody music maker

Reading all the papers

They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator .

'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you, at all

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you, at all

You need me, man, I don't need you'

That was when Butters forgot exactly what he was doing, dropped the flyers and walked down the path, in one hand his MP3 player, and in the other a cup of coffee that Tweek and his dad gave him for free.

Cartman on the other hand had just enlisted more people meaning that they now had Cartman, possibly Butters, the fat German and Kenny's parents who were bribed with the promise of beer.

Cartman was losing the will to go on.

Once again I'd like to say I don't own South Park or the song on Butter's MP3. But thanks for reading and don't forget to review. THANKS FOR READING! XD