Cartman: Geeze, can't you guys see he's making it all up? If his mom was struck by lightning, like he says, he'd be dead, too! Stan: Hey, yeah! Kyle: You're not dead, are you, Petey? Petey: Do I LOOK dead? Kyle (checking): Well, no... Stan: So you were lying to us, then. Petey: No, dude. It happened, no matter what this [bleep]ed-up tub of chicken grease says! Cartman: Ay! Petey, I'll kick you in the nuts! (Silence echoes through the cafeteria.) Petey: Was that a threat? Cartman: Well, yeah, uh, no...I mean...God dammit! Petey: Because it sounded like a threat to me. Cartman: Listen, dude, I lost my temper. Just chill, all right? I do it all the time, ask these guys. Kyle: It's true. Stan: Yeah, it really is. Kenny: {Uh-huh.} Petey: Threats make me want to hurt people. Kyle: We know, dude. Just calm down. Petey: I'm trying...but I don't know how. (Wendy and Bebe come over.) Wendy: Hi, Stan. Stan: Oh, hi, We-- Wendy: Hi, Petey!!! Petey: Hi. Wendy: Petey, I'm Wendy and this is my friend, Bebe, and we were wondering if you wanted to come sit with us for awhile. Petey: Sure. (Several seconds of nothing happening go by.) Petey: Okay, I'm ready. (Petey gets up and leaves with the girls.) Cartman: God, I'm really starting to hate that guy! Stan: Well, at least Wendy's keeping him busy for awhile. Come on, let's hurry up and eat, so we can get out of here. (They start shoveling food into their mouths.) Cartman: Is it just me, or does this meatloaf smell like piss? Stan: No, it's not the meatloaf, dude. Kyle: Yeah, I smell it, too. It must be you, Cartman. (Kenny laughs.) Cartman: Ha, ha, very funny, you guys. (Cartman checks himself, then looks over at Petey's seat. It's covered with urine.) Cartman: Ah, God dammit! Petey peed all over his God damn seat! (Stan and Kyle look at each other.) Stan: Dude, I think we're gonna find another table. Kyle: Yeah, eating with pee around just seems wrong. Cartman: Well, I'm coming, too! Stupid, tree-hugging little pisser.
TO BE CONTINUED...