(Fanfic) The Rival With a Bladder Problem - Part 2

SOUTH PARK The Rival With a Bladder Problem - Part 2 by Steve Sutton

Kyle: Hey, Petey Hertz, does your petey hurt? Stan: Yeah, I bet it does, doesn't it, Petey Hertz? Petey: No, does your's? Kyle: My petey's fine, dude. I'm not the one who can't hold his water. Stan: Yeah, it must be a real drag, having to pee all the time. Petey: You guys don't know the half of it. Cartman: I bet your mom makes you wear those special diapers, right, Petey? Petey: No, does your's? Cartman (pausing): Ay! Kenny: {His mom probably just licks it up.} Kyle: Yeah. Cartman: That's telling him, Kenny! Kenny: {I meant your mom, fatass!} Cartman: What?! Kenny, I will beat the crap out of you if you don't shut up about my mom! Garrison: Class, are you paying attention? Stan: No... Garrison: I didn't think so. Now, listen, kids. You really do need to... (Garrison notices a puddle on the floor.) Garrison: Oh, God! Petey, did you go to the bathroom behind my desk? Petey: Yes. Garrison: Well, why the hell didn't you tell me you had to go? Petey: Because you suck dick. Garrison: What?! Stan: Whoa! (Wendy and Bebe look at Petey and smile.) Garrison: Petey, since this is your first day, I'll let that remark slide, but you better get with the [bleep]ing program, mister, or you're going to have some serious consequences to face! Petey: I don't care. Garrison: Fine, you just march your little self to the principal's office, then. Petey: No. Garrison: What the hell do you mean, "no"? Petey: I mean no. What are you? Deaf and stupid? Garrison (sighing): Petey, let's just step into the ol' way-back machine for a minute, okay? Petey: The what? Mr. Hat: What Mister Garrison means, Petey, is you really do need to do what he tells you to do or he's going to saw off your head with a chainsaw and use it as a centerpiece on his dining room table. Petey: Oh. (Petey gets up, walks over to Garrison and looks up at him. He, then, pulls Mr. Hat off his hand, throws him on the floor and jumps up and down on him.) Garrison: Mister Hat!!! No!!! Petey: I don't like threats, Mister Garrison! (Petey kicks Garrison in the leg and returns to his seat. Garrison grabs his leg and hops around on one foot, eventually falling to the floor, next to Mr. Hat.) Garrison: Petey Hertz, you go to hell! You go to hell and you die!!!

TO BE CONTINUED...

----- Steve Sutton Springfield, Georgia N 32 21 13 W 81 17 56

LMAO!! Keep it up!

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In article , [email] (Co0kieMuNz) writes:

Thanks, I think this one's going to end up being a really long fic. I haven't even gotten to the main part yet. I'll try to keep it interesting. :-)

----- Steve Sutton Springfield, Georgia N 32 21 13 W 81 17 56

How long are we talking here, Steve? It's great so far, keep it up!

Mr. Dead

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In article , "Mr. Dead" writes:

I don't know. So far, it looks like anywhere from 6 to 9 parts. It depends on how the story develops. I know extremely long fics aren't really popular, so I'll try to keep it under 8 parts, if possible.

----- Steve Sutton Springfield, Georgia N 32 21 13 W 81 17 56

It's great so far, but you could at least give a little more than you do each time, or post it when it's finished. With all these other fics appearing, I know I'll get confused!! I suppose it is nice in a way to have a story in little chunks, but those chunks are too little!!

Keep it up (and bigger)!!

In article , "Tags" writes:

Nah, it's just enough to make you want MORE! :-) Seriously, though, I could probably make them a little longer, but they'll take longer to write, so they won't be posted as often. That means you'll have to wait 2 or 3 days between each part.

----- Steve Sutton Springfield, Georgia N 32 21 13 W 81 17 56

Am I the only one having naughty thoughts?

Hold on a minute, Mrs. Cartman just came up to my front door with a tube of KY jelly and some Cheesy Poofs. 'Bye!

Easily entertained,

Randy

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