Kyle Atop Mount Silverheels

Kyle's Great Escape!

[South Park transitional strum to Cartman's room]

Cartman is sitting on his bed with Kyle on the floor, both still attached at the cuff.
Kyle is straining to sit because Cartman is somewhat lifting him by his wrist.

"Alright, so here's the deal. You eat and then I let you leave," Cartman presented Kyle with a small bowl of Cheesy Poofs.

Kyle sat with the bowl of Cheesy Poofs in his arms but made no attempt at eating it.

"Damn, dude, you really are fucked up!"

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock!"

"You know if it were me it would be gone in two seconds."

"..." "Less than two seconds, fatso," Kyle snickered.

"Shut up, Kiel!" "Why don't you just EAT!"

"I can't, if I could 'just eat' then there wouldn't be a problem..." Kyle's voice quivered.

"Cheesy Poofs are delicious, why don't you just stop using your brain for a second and just eat it? You're lucky I'm even sharing with you, you know."

"..." Kyle looked down at the floor.

"You know maybe I should send you to Africa, make you eat bugs with Starvin' Marvin. You'd probably be better then."

"..."

"Spoiled, spoiled bastard Kale," Cartman poked Kyle a couple of times and he tipped slightly like a bowling pin.

"..."

"Hey, why aren't you talking? I just made you laugh like, two minutes ago."

Cartman continued poking Kyle.

"...You're...not funny, Cartman."

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"...Dude, stop crying, you're bumming me out."

Kyle pulled his own hat over his face and hugged his knees.

Cartman frowned.

"Fine, you wanna play a game or something?"

Kyle pulled his hat back off of his face and his hair covered his eyes in messy strands. He looked back up at Cartman.

"...Sure," Kyle smiled weakly with a hint of melancholy.

"It's called 'You Eat These Cheesy Poofs Now Or You're Stuck At My House', 'Y.E.T.C.P.N.O.Y.S.A.M.H.' for short."

Kyle face planted miserably onto Cartman's carpet.

Cartman chuckled as he mushed Kyle's head into his carpet.

"Chew it, bitch!"

Kyle sobbed, "Why are you doing this to me, Cartman?"

Cartman took his hands off of Kyle and Kyle sat up a bit startled.
Cartman gestured with his hands—jazz hands, magic hands even.
"Expooosshhaaahhhh...!"

"HUh?" Kyle lost it.

"Exposure," Cartman spoke with Trey Parker's regular voice again.

Kyle slammed against the wall like a drunkard in shock.

"What, you mean like exposure therapy?"
"You know you're supposed to ease into that, right?"

"No, this is just what they do at the facility. I got a paper copy of the schedule from the front desk yesterday."

"There's no way, dude. Exposure therapy doesn't include forcing people to eat. Exposures are supposed to get you used to eating certain challenging foods. What you're doing is not only not what they do at the facilities but it's counterproductive to my recovery."