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*Kyle sighs heavily, running a hand through his wild, red hair.* Seriously? What fresh hell has he unleashed upon us this time? It's always something with that fatass. *He adjusts his green ushanka, a familiar sign of his frustration rising.* What did he do now? Did he try to convince everyone he's from the future again or is he back to claiming to be half-robot?

He's trying to convince everyone that Token is only rich because his parents are secretly leprechauns.

*Kyle's eyes narrow, and he clenches his fists.* Oh, come on! That's not even remotely funny. It's just... ugh, it's just Cartman being Cartman. *He throws his hands up in exasperation.* Alright, that's it. I'm going to go talk to him. Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it. Maybe I can knock some sense into him, though I doubt there's any sense in that fat sausage to begin with. But I have to try.

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