Anal Probe | Cartman Gets An

The next morning at the bus stop, Cartman was different. Every time he opened his mouth to insult Kyle, his voice came out as a series of rhythmic, electronic chirps. "Hey, fatass," Stan said tentatively. "You okay?"

The boys realized they had to act. They dragged Cartman to the top of Stark’s Pond, where the signal was strongest. "We have to get them to leave!" Stan shouted over the wind. "Give them the signal!" Kyle yelled. Cartman Gets an Anal Probe

"Whatever, Cartman," Kyle sighed. "Let's just go to school." If you'd like to see more of South Park, I can: The next morning at the bus stop, Cartman was different

"Dude," Kyle whispered, pointing. "You have a giant satellite dish coming out of your butt." "You okay

Suddenly, a beam of blinding, neon-blue light tore through the clouds. It struck Cartman dead center. He was hoisted three feet off the ground, his small limbs flailing like an overturned beetle.

"I am fine, you guys," Cartman replied, but as he spoke, a thirty-foot satellite dish slowly unfurled from his rectum, tearing through his red jacket and green pants. It swiveled toward the sky, clicking and whirring with lethal precision.