(They walk away, leaving Kenny behind. Kenny continues to eat. Later, at the Marsh house, Randy is still staring at the computer monitor.) Randy: Sharon! More coffee, now! Get a move-on, winch! (Sharon comes up to him and slaps him.) Randy: Ow! Sharon: You're not getting any more damn coffee, Randy! Seventeen cups is enough! Now, I've been patient and have put up with you barking orders at me all day, but if this is how it's going to be, Randy, then either get rid of that [bleep]ing computer and go back to work, or I'm taking the kids and going to mother's! Randy: Oh. Sharon: So, what's it going to be, Randy? Me, or the computer? (Randy thinks it over.) Sharon: Well?!?! Randy: All right, all right. I'll get rid of the damn thing, sheesh! Sharon: Good! (Randy resumes staring at the monitor. Sharon comes to a proper boil behind him.) Sharon: RANDY!!! Randy (startled): What? You mean NOW? Sharon: Yes, Randy! Now! Randy: Okay, but if we have a big quake, or something, and everyone dies, it's on your head. Sharon: I'll risk it. (Later, the bus pulls away from the bus stop, after dropping the guys off. They start walking home.) Cartman: Man, I don't feel so good! Stan: Yeah, me either. Kenny (eyes half-open): {I feel like my fucking penis is being torn out and the person who's doing it is squishing it into a ball and pulling really hard and it hurts!} Stan: Yeah, that's about how I feel. Kyle: Maybe, it was that [bleep]ing meatloaf we had for lunch. Cartman: All I know is I would've beat the crap out of that hippie Petey pisser, but my stomach felt like it was throwing a party and I wasn't invited. Stan: I don't know WHAT we were thinking when we were talking Petey out of clobbering your ass, Cartman. That meatloaf must've had us pretty [bleep]ed-up. Kyle: Yeah. Cartman: You guys, I really don't feel like getting into all of this, right now, so just shut the hell up about it, all right? Kyle: Fine. I think I'm going straight to bed when I get home. I don't really feel much like doing anything. Stan: Yeah, me, too. I'm really tired. What about you, Kenny? Kenny: {Yeah, after I puke and shit my guts out.} Cartman: I heard that. Stan: I think we should all probably do that, first. (They continue walking. Elsewhere, at Mr. Garrison's house, Garrison is tucking Mr. Hat into bed.) Garrison: Do you need anything, Mister Hat? Why don't I make you a nice toddy to help you sleep, would you like that? (Garrison fluffs the pillow.) Garrison: I swear, Mister Hat, that little bastard had no business doing what he did to you. I'm just going to have to report him to Principal Victoria tomorrow, that's all there is to it! Mr. Hat: Don't you want revenge? Garrison: Revenge? Mister Hat, he's just an eight year-old brat who doesn't know any better. Mr. Hat: You do want revenge, don't you? Garrison (thinking): Well, I suppose there's a part of me that does, but... Mr. Hat: Then TAKE IT!!! Garrison: Mister Hat, you're not suppose to interrupt me while I'm... Mr. Hat: TAKE IT!!! Garrison: No, Mister Hat. Mr. Hat: TAKE IT, GOD DAMN YOU, TAKE IT!!! Garrison: No, Mister Hat! Now, if you don't stop acting like a maniac, you're going in the sock drawer, again! (Mr. Hat says nothing.) Garrison: Now, I'll be back in a few minutes with your toddy.
TO BE CONTINUED (yet, again)...