So, while the weekend had been pretty interesting for Butters/Marjorine, and upon waking and feeling much more masculine again, Butters contemplated his femininity and model potential, his brain went back
a little further and recalled with excitement the activities of one of his other alter egos.
The excitement and eagerness soon wore off, though, as Butters sat on the floor of his room, listening to the podcast of
Saturday's radio, certain he must have missed the report of the dastardly new presence on the island. But after the third listen, it became devastatingly clear that Professor Chaos had not made the news.
"Nothing," he cried out in disgust, throwing his iPod angrily down on the floor. "Nothing!"
Shaking his head, he stood up, brushing off his jacket. "It's the liberal media!" he declared. "They're keeping the stories of my deads covered up, so as not to cause a panic. Well, I guess it's time to take it up a notch!"
He curved his hands into two small fists, an evil grin creeping up on his face as he started to delve into the recesses of his evil and pull out a new plan. Yes. He would cause all the chaos in the world, confuse everyone, and then there would be no ignoring his--
Butters eyes widened. "Oh, hamburgers! Homework!"
Chaos would have to wait until he finished his biology report.
[[ door and post are open! And the reason why Butters is upset is NFB, too, if you please. Because it's important to maintain that no one really cares about Professor Chaos. Ahem. ]]