I've started to write my new fic today: "Vicks VapoRub Should Not Be Taken Internally." This is the one where Cartman thinks he's pregnant. It should be done in about two weeks, but here's a sneak preview.
Martin
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In MEPHISTO's genetic engineering lab. MEPHISTO and KEVIN are there, looking at a blackboard covered with complicated equations.
MEPHISTO (punching numbers on a calculator): There. If my calculation are correct, our little test subject should have been made exponentially better through the pattern of uranium treatments. Just think about it, Kevin!
KEVIN rolls his eyes. MEPHISTO doesn't notice.
MEPHISTO: Come, come... we can view him now. He was once an ordinary monkey -- now, well, judge for yourself!
They go over to a door. MEPHISTO opens it; they go in. Inside, there's some sort of animal in a cage. Zoom closer to it. As it comes into focus, it looks like a huge mass of asses with a monkey head sticking out of the top.
MEPHISTO: God, I love genetic engineering!
KEVIN puts his hand over his eyes. MEPHISTO starts touching the asses with his cane, counting them.
MEPHISTO: Over two hundred seperate asses! Kevin, do you know what this means?
Cross-dissolve to MEPHISTO on a podium, being awarded a big gold trophy that looks like an ass.
MEPHISTO (voice over): I could be awarded the Nobel Prize for Asses!
MEPHISTO takes the trophy and starts talking into a microphone.
MEPHISTO: Thank you! Thank you all! I just want to say, being awarded the Nobel Prize, ten trillion dollars, and a deed to the continent of Asia will not change me. I will continue to work alone in my laboratory, forging ahead and making important new discoveries in the field of asses.
Cross-dissolve back to the original scene. KEVIN shakes his head in disbelief.
KEVIN (muttering softly): Why do I hang around with this idiot?