Chapter 6: Breaking

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  It had been about a week or so since anybody had last seen Cartman, and Liane was just convinced that he ran away.  Kyle was staying silent and watching all the chaos unfold, acting innocent in the process.  Nobody knew what happened to him except Kyle.  But it couldn't have been Kyle, because he was a "perfect gifted boy."  How pathetic.  Kyle decided to start interacting with Stan and the guys more.  He walked over to their table and sat down.

Kyle: Hey guys.

Stan: Oh, hey Kyle.

Kenny: Hi dude!

Kyle: So like, I'm having a barbecue this weekend if you want to come over.

Kenny: Hell yeah I'm coming over!

Stan: You know I'll be there dude!

Kyle: Good.  I can't let all the meat go to waste!  It's a new recipe I've been working on.

Kenny: How long for?

Kyle: Ever since last Tuesday!

Stan froze.  No, it couldn't be.  That had to be a coincidence.  Whatever, if something seems off, it can just be added to the evidence list.  Stan just brushed it off as an odd coincidence.

Kenny: Oh, that's awesome!

Stan smiled.

Stan: It's been a while since we've talked, what's been up lately?

Kyle came up with an excuse.

Kyle: I just have been bothered with my allergies, since the pollen has been everywhere lately..

Stan: Oh, alright.  Next time I'll keep some Claritin on me for you, okay?

Kyle nodded.  Lunch ended, and today was a short day, so everyone went home.  Kyle went into the kitchen, starting to cook some of the meat to dispose of it.  His mother walked in and saw him cooking.

Mrs. Broflovski: Oh hi, Bubbaloo! What are you doing?

Kyle: I'm just working on my cooking homework, since my elective this for next year will be cooking class!

Mrs. Broflovski: Oh, that sounds fun! Make sure to let me try it after you're done honey!  And make sure your brother doesn't try to run without his crutches again!

Kyle: Okay I will, Ma!

He smiled as she walked upstairs but just as quick as she was out of sight his expression changed.  He finally finished his cooking, and put more seasoning on the meat.  He looked down at the plate nervously and ate the meal he made for himself.  He felt nauseous at the fact that the meat used to be a person, but he refused to tell what happened.  He did still have *some* dignity left anyways.  His personality was shattering.  He felt that he was going to break down.

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