A.N.: I'm still alive, and here comes the second last chapter lovelies :)

"What is it Butters?" Stan asked, his voice stuttering with shortness of breath.

"No time to tell you, we just have to get to Eric's house quick!"

"Oh God," he heard Kyle mutter under his breath. The trio were running through hell's pass, dodging various nurses and the occasional doctor. They ignored the angry cries of those they bumped into.

Five minutes later found the three boys at the home of Eric Cartman, staring up at the familiar place with subtle feelings of both anticipation and dread.

"What's this all about Butters?" Kyle asked while simultaneously trying to catch his breath. Butters grinned as Eric walked out of his house and joined them.

"Fellas, Wendy is going to be alright. Eric here found the cure to anorexia!" Eric beamed as the revelation was uttered.

Stan and Kyle stared at them. "Nuh-uh," they said together.

"Yeah-huh," Eric stated, his eyes glowing in pride. Kyle glared at the larger boy, skepticism clouding his face.

"Then what is it?" He demanded.

"Weed." Eric grinned again and pulled out a zip-lock bag of marijuana. The stench seeped out and violated each boys nostrils.

"Where the fuck did you get weed, fatass?" Kyle asked through coughing fits.

"Oh, I found it in Butter's dads closet," Cartman said casually as it was Butters turn to glow with pride.

"I noticed it because dad's bedroom was always stinky," he explained. Stan and Kyle stared at them.

"Well how does it work?" Stan asked in uncertainty. Kyle stared at him.

"Stan! What the fuck?"

"What?"

"Pot's illegal; everyone knows that! We need to take this to the cops!" He snatched the bag from Cartman's grasp, who simply stole it back.

"Kahl, so help me god if you Jew me out on this one I will tattoo you with the Star of David in your sleep!" He snapped. Kyle just rolled his eyes and glared at him. "Look I really want to help Wendy; so please just hear me out?"

"Why do you suddenly care about Wendy?" Stan asked suspiciously.

"Exactly; for all we know this shit could kill her," Kyle said.

"It's fucking pot Kyle, not rat poison!" Cartman said, rolling his eyes.

"Well then how does it cure anorexia?" Stan asked.

"All we do is make Wendy smoke it and she'll be running to the refrigerator in no time! It's genius you guys! I'm going to be ri-I mean, I'm gonna save so many lives!" Cartman said gleefully.

Kyle and Stan looked at each other. "You're lying."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

"No I'm not Jew!"

"So prove it."

"Fine; Butters get my pipe."

"Okay!" Butters ran back inside and brought out a blue and green colored pipe. He handed it to Cartman, who began to prepare the weed to be smoked.

"Alright, any volunteers?" He asked the other boys.

"I'll do it!" Butters said immediately.

"Butters, haven't you had enough?" Cartman asked, but handed the pipe to his blonde companion. Butters took a lighter, and, lighting the end, began to smoke the marijuana.

"Oh hamburgers; actually a hamburger would be nice right now..."

Eric rolled his eyes. "Your turn Stan and Kyle."

Stan took the pipe from Butters and followed the same procedure before handing the pipe over to Kyle.

"Kyle, smoke the fucking weed," Stan said whilst coughing.

Kyle shrugged and took his go at the weed while Eric stared at him.

"Are you fags hungry yet?"

"Yeah man, I'm sooooo hungry," Stan said.

"Me too man," Kyle said, a little smile contorting on his face. "I guess fat ass really did find the cure for anorexia."

A/N: How was it? Review please! :)