Well, it's certainly been an eventful week for this little mountain town, hasn't? And it's only Thursday! Gay people are being sent to work camps, a boy isn't allowed to see his best friend ever again, and TMZ is still on air! Yes, what a crazy week it has been.

Ooh, what should we look at first? Well, why don't we see the homosexuals being sent off, huh?

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Buses were lined up around city hall, all filled with the local queers. Mr. Slave was cuddling with his husband, Big Gay Al, and Mr. Garrison was trying to reason that he was a female once, therefore shouldn't be here. Of course, he didn't mention that he was briefly a lesbian at that time.

Sheila Broflovski was, naturally, ordering people around. "Do not be afraid! This is for our children! You will be sent back once you improve! Please, I need volunteers to scope the town for more!"

The Mayor was behind Shiela, trying to look like she was really in charge of this little operation, though it was painfully obvious who the main bitch is. "Everyone, please listen to Mrs. Broflovski. I promise all of you will be completely safe, as far as I know." Gee, I wonder why everyone might be panicking.

Sadly enough, young Craig Tucker was being pulled by his father to this event, even though poor Tweek was latched onto him.

"No no no! You can't send him off! GAH! He didn't do anything wrong, sir, please OH GOD," Tweek bawled.

"Aw, come on, kid, lay off! Craig's just confused, and I'm trying to help. You'll see him in a few weeks now get off!" Mr. Tucker yelled, flipping the twitching blond off.

"My dad's a dick. Sorry. Guess I have to go to this dumb thing now," Craig said, indifferent as ever. I'm sure his heart was broken on the inside. If he had one.

One of the unnamed volunteers helped Mr. Tucker drag Craig into the bus. Tweek let out another wail, looking at the yellow demon vehicle with dismay. Now he was never going to see Craig again!

Unless...

Tweek got his phone out, dialing Stan's number. "AH! I mean, hey Stan. It's Tweek. Listen...remember La Resistance?"

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We should probably check on little Kyle, because he was having a dumb week. He kissed his best friend, fought with said friend's girlfriend, lost, and now wasn't allowed to see him ever again. Those were the rules. Wendy kept fucking texting him about it to remind him.

So why was he so damn upset about it? Sure, Stan was his super best friend, but he was also kind of a pussy. I mean, he did turn goth when Wendy dumped him. He wasn't so great, really. Certainly not good enough to be a main character on a cartoon show.

Yet, there was that aching feeling in his stomach, and it just made him want to cry and eat unbelievably large amounts of ice cream. Man, this sucked. He needed advice.

So, he headed to the local South Park cemetary. Yes, you did read that correctly.

Kyle went to the gravestone surrounded by a bunch of flowers. On the grave, it read Jerome "Chef" McElroy.

"Hey Chef," Kyle greeted casually. He paused, as if Chef was responding. "Bad." Pause. "Well, I kissed Stan. And I know that's gay and all, but my mom isn't sending me to the camp because she thinks I'm just confused. And I am! Because I'm not allowed to see Stan ever again and that pisses me off! It's like...do you think I like Stan?"

Kyle imagined Chef telling him that while he never had experience with men, he guessed it was just like the love he made to sweet women. After a short musical break, Chef informed him that he needed to talk to Stan, no matter what. Stan would understand, if they were really super best friends.

"Thanks, Chef. You always know what to say." Kyle took out a daisy he stole from the store before he went here, dropping it onto the grave. "Bye Chef." Kyle spinned around, feeling better. Thank goodness they had Chef.

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Stan Marsh was busy, sending out a mass text to everyone he knew. La Resistance was finally coming back, stronger than ever now that they had more official background characters. Wendy was next to him, looking slightly afraid.

"Stan, I really think this is great. But what if our parents find out? They know about La Resistance, remember?" Wendy pointed out, watching Glee on Stan's television.

"Wendy, we have to get those gay people out! They got Craig, remember? Besides, I thought you were all about freedom of speech," Stan retorted, sending out the text with a triumphant look.

"I am, but I don't want you to get hurt..." Wendy pondered, wondering how she could help her beloved boyfriend. "I know! I'll get in contact with Gregory!"

"Gregory? I thought he moved away from South Park to Denver." Stan was annoyed. Gregory was a fucking douche. He thought he was so cool and awesome. Well he wasn't.

"I'm sure he could come back to help! Here, I'll Facebook him when I get home!" Wendy would use her phone, but she didn't think Stan would like that.

"Whatever. I guess we need all the help we can get...you think we can pull it off though?"

Wendy smiled, pecking Stan on the cheek. "Absolutely!" Hopefully, Kyle Broflovski won't be in the way, she added in her mind.

La Resistance lives on! I'm sorry, but I love Chef too much for him not to be included in this story in some way. Okay, yeah, that's it. This chapter was short and dumb, sorry.