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: Don't... f
] Wendy Testaberger
: k... with... Wendy... Testaberger!
: [sees the rocket with Miss Ellen in it headed for the sun through a shoebox telescope and smiles
] Bye Bye Miss Ellen Kyle Broflovski
] You didn't! Wendy Testaberger
: [takes the shoebox away to reveal disoriented eyes
] I told her "Don't... fuck... with... WENDY... TESTABERGER!"
: What request do the boys ask of us?
[the New Kid doesn't respond
: He... doesn't really talk
[long pause as the Girls stare at him
: That's hot!
: Eric, what's going on? Everyone's saying you got detention on purpouse to get out of fighting Wendy Eric Cartman
: What? That's ridiculous! Butters
: But some people think you crapped on the teacher's desk to get out of the fight! Eric Cartman
: That's not why I did it! Craig
: Then why'd you crap on Garrison's desk? Eric Cartman
: Because, I'm hardcore! Y'know, I'm anti-establishment, that's how I roll dogs, I do hardcore stuff like that! Butters
: That's what I said! I told everyone outside "Cartman ain't scared of fighting Wendy, he'd do it if he could!" Eric Cartman
: Damn straight! I just got all punk rock, and got detention y'know, just a bad dude! Craig
: OK, that's good, because we've moved the fight the first thing in the morning tommorow! Jimmy
: Before school starts, everyone's gonna get there early! Eric Cartman
: Huh? Butters
: That way, it won't matter if you get detention Mr Mackey
: [in the background
] Eric, get your buns back here, mkay! Jimmy
: Wendy said she'd be here an hour before school starts, see you in the morning, ch-ch-champ! Wendy Testaburger
: [Cartman goes back to the chair he sat on, and finds Wendy knocking on the window
] Tomorrow morning, you fucking die tomorrow morning!
: Jimmy! Jimmy Swanson
: Hey Stan. Stan
: Jimmy, will you go talk to Wendy for me? Jimmy Swanson
: F-f-fo-for what? Stan
: Just go talk to her, and be poetic. Tell her- tell her- tell her she's "a continuing source of inspiration for me." Jimmy Swanson
: She's what? Stan
: She's "a continuing source of information to me." Jimmy Swanson
[Walks up to Wendy
] Jimmy Swanson
: Hey w- hey Wendy. Wendy Testaburger
: Yeah? Jimmy Swanson
: Stan says you're a cunt... you're a... cunt... Stan says you're a cunt... cunt... cunt... Wendy Testaburger
: Well tell Stan to fuck off!
] Jimmy Swanson
: Cunt... cunt... continuing source of inspiration to him.
: Stan, truth or dare? Stan Marsh
: Dare. Bebe Stevens
: [Wendy and Bebe whisper to each other
] Take this stick, and jam it up your pee-hole! Stan Marsh
: What? Wendy Testaberger
: Wow, that sucks. Do you think it'll hurt?
: [has found out why the list was forged
] So that you could justify dating Clyde and get shoes? How dare you take advantage of your position? I'm gonna tell Bebe and have you both disbarred from the list committee! Girl with grey headband
: [walks up to her
] Bebe? Who'd you think authorized the buyout? Wendy Testaburger
] No... not Bebe!
: Fuck Gregory. Fuck him right in the ear!
[Wendy consults with a plastic surgeon about getting breast implants after seeing how Bebe's growing chest has made her popular
] Mrs. Testaburger
: But she's 8! Dr. Hallas
: Yes, well, not too young to feel flat and therefore not pretty. Wendy Testaburger
: That's what *I* said! Dr. Hallas
: However, young lady, I'm afraid breast implants are not for everyone. I'll need to carefully assess your physical and mental condition to see if augmentation is truly the best way for you to go. Wendy Testaburger
: I have $3,000. Cash. Dr. Hallas
: You pass, let's do this thing!