butters stotch's laxatives

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The party was starting at 7:00 pm, right now it was 4:00 pm. So I thought of stuff I could do in the meanwhile, "Oh! I've got it, I'll play furry hangout on roblox!" I whispered to myself. I got up out of bed and walked over to my computer, I sat in my gaming chair. I logged in and searched for the game. "There it is!" I click on it and join. "I'm a Furry and I'm proud :D Due to boredom, and since I'm no longer ashamed of it. I'm a Furry and I am pretty damn proud of it! I'm not scared to admit it, And here is the thing, leave any kind of comment you want. You can say I'm weird, you can say cool story bro, anything the hell you want! But I wish that you don't call me retarded since I have a learning disability (NO, it does not mean I'm mental retarded because I'M NOT!) So yeah, other then that word, you can say anything you want about me being a furry. Cause I don't care what you think, I love being a Furry! ^^" I type into the chat. Somebody sends me a friend request. "Wow! My first ever online friend!" I say before clicking accept. They private chat me asking for my age and discord, "I'm 9 x3, and what's desckoard?" I reply. I check the time and it was already 7:00 pm! I leave the game, and turn off my computer. "I'll wear my fursuit to the party!" I slip into the costume, and rush to Eric Cartmans house. I attend the party, and EVERYONE was there! Eric Cartman approached me, I was a little shy. "Butters, what the fuck are you wearing?" He asked. "Uh, my fursuit of course!" I say, befuddled. "Yeah, okay, whatever." He said, walking off. I glanced around the room, noticing Stan guzzling down a bottle of booze. "What the fuck?" I mutter. I walk up to him, "Um, hey Stan." I spoke. "Hey, (hic!) Wendy." Stan says. "What? I'm not Wendy, dumbass. It's me, Butters." I said sternly. "..Oh, hey Bu(hic!)tters, cool costume." He says snotting all over his gloves. "What the fuck are you doing??" I yell before taking the half-empty bottle away from him. "Wha-(hic!) No!" Stan sobs. I walk away, throwing the bottle into the garbage can. I walk into Eric Cartmans kitchen, hungry. I hear Craig and Tweek talking about something near the stairway, though I couldn't exactly understand what. I took a quick peek, and had a terrified look on my face after. I panicked, running to Eric Cartman as fast as I possibly could. "Eric! Eric! Eric!!!!!" I called. "What is it, Butters?" He questioned. "Tweek and Craig, They're gonna burn down your house!!!! You've gotta believe me! I heard them!!!" I said frightened. "No, they aren't." Eric said, leaving. "WAIT!!- ah, maybe he's right." I walk back into the kitchen, grabbing a cupcake. "Ooh! It's grape soda flavored, my favorite!" I take a large bite, turning my head as I saw Craig Tucker holding ignitable liquids, "HOLY SHIT!!!" I scream, sprinting out of the house. A few seconds later it caught on fire.