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Oct 19, 2008 16:03

There’s a huff and a puff and a lot of heavy breathing. An enormously fat little boy in winter clothes and a fuzzy hat is climbing his way up the steps, and his effort isn’t eased by his shouting.

“HEY, HEY YOU GUYS! SLOW DOWN, WAIT FOR ME! KYLE! STAN! KENNY! YOU CAN’T GO FIRST AND DITCH ME, YOU FUCKING JEWS! GODDAMMIT, I HATE YOU GUYS!”

His yelling slows as he lumbers his way to the top of the stairs. "That's-- that's totally weak, dudes," he pants. "You can't go without me! Then it'd be just you three dumbasses and that's lame! I'm the best part! You guys are totally gay!"

After his diatribe he blinks at the hotel entrance, obviously surprised. “Guys? Guys, hey, guess what!” When his friends don’t answer, he tiptoes his way to the door, pushes it open, and walks in.

“Coooool, I found a hotel and it’s totally mine! Sweet.” Because that's obviously what this place is, at least in his perception. Pleased by the interior, he investigates for a minute before making his way to a couch and flops on it heavily, legs propped out in front of him.

T: Oh my God, it's Eric Cartman from South Park! You bastards!

eric cartman, jason white, greg house, clark kent, introductions

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