On his second day of school, something in Eric Cartman had snapped.
He'd consulted with Clyde Frog, his most trusted friend and alley, but in the end, the first cat-napping was the result of a sugar and caffeine rush during a blessedly unsupervised moment. He'd been on the couch, a cola stain on his shirt and a scowl on his face, when the little
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