Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.

"It sure is nice to have a b-b-b… It sure is nice to have a b-b-b… It sure is nice to have a b-b-b-best friend."

Jimmy's stumbling voice was filled with warmth as he spoke earnestly to Timmy. Though his eyes were not looking directly at him, they were shimmering brightly. The boy who relied on crutches to her around was happy to have the wheelchair-bound kid in his life.

"It's i-i-i-important to have someone in your life you can really relate to," Jimmy stuttered, "and you're the only one who u-u-understands me. That's why you're my f-f-favourite person in all the world, Timmy."

Timmy smiled broadly at what his fellow disabled friend had said about him. While his speech and mobility was impaired, there was nothing at all wrong with his hearing. It felt really good to have such nice things said about him.

"And who is your f-f-f… Who is your f-f-f…" Jimmy paused, flexed his lips for a moment, then managed to let out what he wanted to ask his best friend. "Who's your favourite person, Timmy?"

The was no hesitation from the boy in the wheelchair as he answered the question directed at him. "TIMMY!"

"What?!" Jimmy burst out, staggered by how Timmy's response. "Your favourite person in the world is not me, b-b-but you?!"

"TIMMY!" cried Timmy.

"After I just p-p-p-poured my heart out to you, t-t-told you how much you mean to mean to me, even told you that you're my b-b-best friend…" Jimmy's tone filled with irritation. "That's all you have to say, Timmy?"

"TIMMY!"

"I don't b-b-b-believe it. You're not the guy I thought you were, Timmy. I thought you were an understanding p-p-person who really got me. Guess I was wr-wr-wrong about you!"

Timmy frowned. He couldn't understand why Jimmy was taking back the nice things he had just been saying about him.

"After all I've d-d-done for you, you think of no one but yourself!" Jimmy huffed. "Well fine! I'm not gonna kiss your ass! You can p-p-p-p-piss off, Timmy!"

Raising one of his crutches, Jimmy used it to hit Timmy's forehead, bringing a cry of pain out of him. He swung around to turn away from the boy in the wheelchair, storming away with the help of his metal mobility aids which allowed to get around.

Timmy rubbed his sore forehead before lowering his hand. A scowl crossed his face which he directed towards Jimmy. He rotated his wheelchair around until it was facing where the other boy was heading off. His eyes narrowed as he fixed them onto his target.

No one got to hit Timothy Burch and get away with it. Not even the only other disabled kid in South Park.

"TIMMYYYYYYYY!"

With a roar of his own name, Timmy threw the levers forward, sending his wheelchair rocketing at full speed along the road - straight towards Jimmy.

Hearing the loud shout which came from behind him, Jimmy swung around - to see Timmy charging directly at him in his wheelchair. "What the f-f-f-fu-"

Jimmy never got to finish his exclamation of shock - as Timmy knocked him off his crutches and ran him over. The boy of few words laughed manically as he ran his wheelchair back and forth over the fallen kid. Jimmy could only wail and cry in pain as the large wheels rolled over his body, delivering intense pain like he'd never felt before.

Once he had decided he'd punished Jimmy enough, Timmy turned in his wheelchair and drove it away. He hummed merrily to himself as he disappeared swiftly from the street, leaving Jimmy behind where he had ran him over.

All Jimmy could do was lay on the ground, groaning in agony. He was unable to move his battered, bruised body. His crutches had been thrown out of his hands when Timmy had struck him. They were laying on the road, out of the fallen boy's reach. He couldn't so much as drag himself across the ground towards them.

The only part of Jimmy that could budge were his lips as he let out how ticked off he was with his attacker.

"Just wait 'til I c-c-c… Just wait 'til I c-c-c… Just wait 'til I c-c-c-catch you, Timmy!" Jimmy hissed. "I'm gonna k-k-k-kick your ass, b-b-b-bitch!"

Timmy was very happy as he rode in his wheelchair off into the sunset. He felt extremely pleased with himself for how he had dealt with Jimmy.

Was it his inability to say anything other than his own name which had caused their spat?

Had Jimmy gotten the wrong end of the stick and misunderstood what he was trying to say?

Or had the wheelchair-bound boy really been thinking highly of himself after hearing his fellow disabled person sing his praises?

Nobody could say, but after how he had come out on top over Jimmy, there was only one thing Timmy could say in his moment of triumph.

"TIMMY!"

THE END