Cartman followed Mr. Mackey out of the building and into the parking lot. He was extremely confused when he was lead to a badass red Maserati, which Mr. Mackey was opening the driver's door to.

"Wow!" The fat boy exclaimed. "How did you have the money for this?"

For about the forty-seventh time that day, Mr. Mackey sneered.

"Shut up. Just get in."

While Eric was terrified of where he was about to be driven to, there was no way he was about to pass up such a sweet ride.

After about ten minutes of driving and silence, Cartman was starting to get worried. They were headed straight for the bad part of town. Before today, he never would have imagined the councilor ever willingly going to this area.

"Um... Mr. Mackey..."

"I gotta make a call, m'kay?. So be quiet for ten seconds, can you do that for me?" With that, he pulled into an almost empty McDonald's parking lot.

Eric sunk down lower into his seat.

"Hello. Is this Loretta?" Mr. Mackey said into the phone. "Yeah, it's me. Listen, I'm in your area, so get your whore ass to the McDonald's." He paused, listening to the Loretta chick.

"Yeah, you can bring anyone you want. The more the merrier, bitch." He said after about ten seconds.

He hung up and put the phone into his pocket.

"Okay, Eric. I have a little test for you, m'kay?. If you pass, this day will be much smoother from this point on. Now, I want you to run into this McDonald's and get me a cheeseburger with katchup, mayo, and pickles. Then I want an order of medium fries with no salt. For my drink, a Dr. Pepper filled EXACTLY half way with ice."

"Yes sir."

"You get ONE THING WRONG, and this is going to be a hard experience for you. However, if you get my order correct, I will go much easier on you."

Eric nodded.

"Now get in that 'restuarant' and make me proud, m'kay."

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"Cheeseburger, kaychup, mayo, pickles. Fries, no salt. Dr. Pepper." He said this under his breath at least ten times before ordering, but every time he did, he kept doubting more that he was right.

"Was it mayo or mustard? No salt or extra salt?"

The boy normally felt safe at McDonald's, it was like his home away from home. But today was different. Today he felt scared. Confused.

He finally decided to order.

He just stood there for a second, looking at the cashier.

"Well?" The teenaged boy behind the register said impatiently. "I haven't got all day!"

"Um, sorry." Cartman whispered. "I want a...a cheeseburger...with ketchup...mayo and pickles. And a medium fry with no salt. And... and also a medium drink..."

The cashier gave him a cup and Eric waddled over to the drink machine, where he got a Dr. Pepper with what he hoped to be half way full of ice.

After waiting five minutes to get his food, surprisingly fast for McDonald's, Cartman slowly trudged back to the Maserati.

The sight he was met with made him piss his pants. Right in the middle of the parking lot.

Crowding around the car was about 15 men and women, with barely any clothes on, some holding guns in their hands.

In the middle of it all, Mr. Mackey spoke furiously while pointing at Eric, causing some of his friends to cast him some dirty looks.

Cartman froze in his tracks. He was tempted to run, but the gang started coming at him, cornering him at the doorway to McDonald's.

"Well, well, well, Eric," Mackey was leading the pack. "I see you have my food. Hand it over."

Cartam slowly crept towards the councilor, who now had one arm on his hip and one outstretched, ready to retrieve the food. When he did, he hastily snatched it out of the boy's grip, digging through the bag in search of any mistakes. When he didn't find any, he looked slightly disappointed.

"The Dr. Pepper," he said in a commanding voice, taking it out of Eric's hands and popping the lid off.

The gang and Eric stood at the scene going down expectantly, waiting for the nine-year-gold's fate to be written.

"The ice is... pretty good..." Mackey muttered.

The gang sighed, fearing the boy had gotten the order right, but desperately wanting some action.

Then it happened.

Mr. Mackey took a sip of the beverage. Soon after, he looked up at Cartman like a maniac.

"This is coke."

Once again, Cartman froze.

"But... It can't be..."

"Oh, but it is! Taste it! It's COKE."

He shoved the drink into Eric's hands, forcing him to taste it. The refreshing taste of Dr. Pepper flooded into his mouth, and while he was tempted to say something, the look on Mackey's face told him he couldn't.

"Yeah..." he sighed. "Yeah, it is coke."

Mr. Mackey grabbed the drink and threw it like a football into the window of the Carrolla parked next to them, causing an alarm to blare through the parking lot.

Mr. Mackey stepped closer to Eric. "Do you know how annoying it is when fast food places screw up your order? Not that you would even care, fat ass. Well, I sure do, m'kay! It's not cool, and I expect more from you. Loretta, take him away."

The fattest, ugliest whore in the group, wearing only a bra and a thong, and along with one of the guys with a gun, pulled Eric into a dark and depressing alley, preparing to do who knows what.

Mr. Mackey hopped back into the Maserati as the gang began to break apart, going their separate ways.

As he pulled into the road, Mr. Mackey rolled down the window and yelled, "Thanks again, Loretta! Let me know what happens!" in the general direction of the alley, leaving Eric Cartman behind.

What a great school councilor he was.