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Now, really. Did you all think I was gonna kill Kyle? Jeez, you gez, just get that sand outta yer vaginas, why dontcha? Relax, I could never kill Ky-Ky or Ery. That being said, the story about their little misadventures is ending and I would like to thank you all imensly for reading and reviewing. You guys all made my day and I think this is my most reviewed story ever! Whoooooooo! THANK YOU! GRACIAS! ARRIGATO! MERCI! Read on and I hope you enjoyed!
Help! I'm Trapped in a Jew's Body!
Ch. 12: Sadist Nazi, Bitchy Jew
The sound of voices and the moaning of my own name brought me back. I listened more and more, wondering if I was dead. I opened my eyes.
"Eric!" my mam cried, flinging her arms around me, "oh, my little poopsikins is alive!"
"M-mam?" Wait. How did she know I wasn't Kyle? And where was I? I looked around. I was in a hospital bed. The glaring lights were killing me. So bright...I looked in a mirror. I saw...me! I was Eric Theodore Cartman again!
"We found you and your little friend passed out in the street, but the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with either of you." my mam explained.
"Wait! Kahl?!" She pulled away and nodded to the other side of the room. In chairs, Sheila, Gerald and Ike Broflovski sat. And in a bed beside them lay Kyle.
He looked as exhausted as I felt. "Good," he mumbled, his voice was raspy. "You're all right, Fatass." with that, he lay back on his pillow and fell asleep. It seemed like a good idea, so I did the same.
"Guys, wait up!" I called, jogging over to my friends. They waited and I took my place between Kenny and Kyle. Both of them seem genuinely happy to have me there. "Where're we going?"
"Arcade?" Stan suggested.
"Yeah, sounds good."
"Fine, we can buy snacks from the convenience store," I reasoned. Kyle snickered. "What's so funny, Jew?"
"All you ever think about is food!"
"You're such a fat—"
"Don't even say it, Kahl."
"--ass." Stan and Kenny giggled. They thought this was the funniest thing in the whole flippin' world.
"That's it, Jewboy! I'll—I'll kick you in the nuts!" I lunged for him. He cried out and tried to run, but I had his arm. I hit him playfully and he tried to do the same through his laughter. Yeah, I'd say we were fighting less. Sure, were still called each other names, but I didn't want him dead. I don't think he wanted to hurt me,either.
"Mmf-phm." Kenny said, making Stan burst into another peal of laughter.
"Ay! Don't take his side, you poor piece of crap!"
Kyle just snickered, green eyes sparkling. Yeah, yeah. The bitchy little Jew always gets the best of the Nazi sadist. But hey, I'm happy. I mean, at least I'm me and he's him—wait—no--yeah!
There you have it. I really, REALLY hope the end wasn't too dumb and that you enjoyed the story. I had a blast writing it and I hope to have some more stuff up soon. It might be a little while though...I'm taking a break for midterm and HMEA (music) studying...but this is me. I can't resist the urge to type pointless stories about 9-year-old cartoon characters. I'll see you soon, my loves. REVIEW!