After a surprisingly quick, but nevertheless arduous, trip up the hill, the group reached the laboratory at its top. Their supplies were low- although Cartman was pretty instrumental in that- but casualties were mercifully none.

As Kyle knocked on the door to try and be let in, Stan muttered to himself, "Knowing this universe, this is probably Doctor Frankenstein's God damn lab."

The answer at the door was probably not much less surprising. Opening the door was a man in a bright Hawaiian shirt, carrying a cane and wearing a sandy-brown fedora.

This would have been all well and good, except for one small detail.

"Jesus Christ!" Butters exclaimed as the group recognised who was standing in front of them.

"Yes, my children?" Jesus replied serenely.

"Um... Jesus?" Stan started. "Can we talk to you about something?"

Jesus nodded and let them in. The laboratory he lived in was almost Gothic, a castle-like place with horrific looking experiments abound, from a disfigured giant monster that looked not unlike Stan as he was dressed now, to an empty room decorated with posters promoting U2 and President Blair's election campaign.

Something about this place just gave Stan the chills, although he was relieved to see Tweek shaking too- something he normally never thought he'd say, but in this universe, was a genuine reassurance.

"So, child, tell me- why have you come to my house?" Jesus asked Kyle. Looking confused, Kyle nudged Stan to get him to explain.

Suddenly, something clicked in Stan's mind- Jesus was confused too! "Um... Jesus, have you noticed something is really strange around here recently?"

A worried expression coming to the Son of God's face, Jesus said, "Yes, my son. I can tell nobody else but you and I know it, but I know what you mean."

Ecstatic for the first time since this nightmare had begun, Stan babbled, "So I'm right? All this is weird? Chef being a councillor? Tweek not stuck vibrating like a fucking cellphone? President swivel-eyes? All of that's weird, and I'm not just going nuts?"

Hiding the fear in his mind, although the dramatic music that seemed to haunt the house was making that fact redundant, Jesus continued, "Absolutely. I feel a great disturbance in this town- as if hundreds of voices cried out in pain and fear and were suddenly silenced."

Frowning, Kyle interrupted, "Dude, can you stop quoting Star Wars and give us some help?"

"I'm afraid not, child," Jesus replied solemnly. "I tell you solemnly, it is too late."

"Wait, what?" Stan exclaimed. "What the hell makes you say that?"

A desperate expression finally crossing Christ's face, he replied, "Look in the window."

Panicking, Kyle ran to the window and could barely believe what he saw. "Holy shit, man!" he cried. "There's fucking tanks out there!"

Perking up in a way almost possessed by 'his' body, Butters babbled, "W-why would there be tanks out there? What would a tank be needed for if Jesus is in this place and we're coming to get help from him and he might stop them- wait, maybe Jesus is in this place and we're coming to get help from him and- AAAH!"

At first, Stan thought the boy was cracking up. But then he realized- Butters's shoulders were beginning to shake. His eyes were twitching and blinking alarmingly. He walked up to the boy and shouted, "Tweek? Tweek, is that you?"

"AAH! Too much pressure!" the boy squealed, standing there jittering away in a panic.

Stan's face lit up. "Guys, look! He's turning back to normal! Butters is Tweek again!" Turning to Jesus, he asked uncertainly, "What's happening?"

"This reality is collapsing," Jesus explained. "It feeds off of people's complacency. As long as they don't remember what they are supposed to be and just pretend this universe is as it is meant to be, it will be sustained."

Suddenly, Stan realized he wasn't talking to Jesus- he was talking to Mephesto. "WOOHOO!" he cried out. "Hey, guys! Listen to me!"

"It's too late," a voice growled. As Stan turned around, President Blair was standing behind him, staring at him with one harsh eye. "Mmhm, mmm mmm-mmm! Mmm mmm mm, m'm mm-mm mmmm!" Cartman cried out from inside his parka and tried to scuttle away. Before he could leave the house, though, a tank burst through the wall and squashed him.

"Oh my God! They killed Cartman!" Kyle exclaimed in shock.

Stan turned frustratedly to him and growled, "Hey, that's my line!"

"You bastards!" they yelled in unison.