Kyman - 1. DeliciousStupid evil jew. Stupid evil Jersey Jew
Stupid evil ginger Jersey Jew!!Cartman could go on and on with this sentence and it could eventually consume a whole page! Kyle was evil and demonic and horrible and it made his blood boil.And to think he had been so unbelievably nice to Broflovski for the past two days. And this is how he was to be repaid?He looked over the paper again, this time reading it more thoroughly.'Matzoh Brie' was scribbled at the top in Kyle's neat, but messy, handwriting. Under it, the ingredients.'Two eggs' Ok, this was simple enough to achieve. His mom always kept a dozen of them in his fridge.'One full sheet of matzoh' Kyle had given him this, as he had no clue where he might get it.'Dash of salt to tasteButter or margarine for frying'Salt, cupboard.Butter, fridge.The ingredients shouldn't be that hard to get, he had all of them. But Kyle had added an extra ingredient, that Eric was sure was
CuRed - 15. DealEvan has never put me down, insulted me or degraded me in any way. It's weird to me, looking back and realizing something like that. It's not to say that he ever really cheered me on when I wanted to actually accomplish something, because that would have been conformist. But, he remained by me and I always felt safe around him.Now he's asking me to help him. He kisses my finger tips, looks in my eyes and asks me the biggest favor he possibly could.I know he's been with me for so long and I know he'd help me if I asked
He'd do as I asked
live as I asked
This is important to him.I pull away from him and collapse against the couch, lighting up a much needed cigarette. "You brought me here for that?"He takes off his trench coat and throws it over a chair before slowly sitting next to me. I keep my eyes on my cig and see if I can block my vision with smoke."Red." I know that this is just a statement. It's not a command to look at him and it's not a question
VampiRed - 27. Beast"I feel sick.""You always say that." Vampir looks down at Dylan, spread over his large couch. "But you're always here." He bends down and pecks kisses along the boys pale neck, being gentle with his lips, but making sure he had a firm grip of his hips."This is the last time, vampfag, I swear to fucking Cthulu."The older chuckled against the Goth's neck, suddenly biting down and running a tongue over the flesh between his teeth. The shuddered breath he received as a reply, encouraged him to continue. His hands found their way up Dylan's shirt and rested against his heated sides. He pulled away, sitting so he was straddling the boy under him."Whatever you say, darling."
Mr.Garrison - 17. TortureIt had never happened before. In all the history of South Park cafeterias, it hadn't happened even once.Silence. Absolute, ear-breaking, horrifying silence.It's not like many people were gone that certain day, no, actually if you dug into it, you'd notice that only three people had been missing from the entire school.And there was no single event to make it happen either. No loud noise or lovers' quarrel.All that could be heard was the gentle clicking of cheap spoons against cheap lunch trays.Cartman and Kyle weren't fighting; they were actually sitting quite a few seats apart. Tweak wasn't jerking or spazzing as he usually did; aside from a little twitching, he was unnaturally calm. The football players weren't talking loudly or boasting about their latest win and all the girls weren't chatting or gossiping. Kenny wasn't flirting, the Goths weren't complaining, Stan and Wendy weren't arguing over every little thing
It was the worst possible day to be the lunch guardian, Mr.