Stan: Eric? Are you there, baby?
Cartman: Yes, Stan. What's wrong? Why are you texting me? Why aren't you Skyping?
Stan: I don't want you to see me, Eric.
Cartman: Why not?
Stan: I've been touched by him. I keep telling him no but he continues rubbing me while he threatens me if I ever told anyone about this. I'm scared, Eric. I'm so scared.
Cartman: WHAT THE HELL, STAN! YOUR UNCLE FUCKING TOUCH YOU! THAT'S IT, I'M GONNA CATCH A PLANE AND GO OVER TO THAT HOUSE AND BEAT THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF HIM!
Stan: Eric, please, don't get involved.
Cartman: I have to get involve, Stan. You are abused by that asshole. I love you so much and I swear on my life, I'll get out of there. Where are you know, Stan?
Stan: I'm in the living room with my dad.
Cartman: You sleep in the living room tonight, babe. I'll catch the early plane and rescue you.
Stan: I'm shaking really bad, Eric. I'm so lonely and unprotected.
Cartman: Don't worry, Stanley, I'll get you. Just stay put and don't go near him. I knew something wasn't right with your uncle. I just knew it.
Stan: He seemed like a nice person before he touched and kissed me.
Cartman: That son of a bitch. I'm going to pack and borrow my mother's credit card so you stay with your dad for the night, okay? I love you so fucking much, Stan.
Stan: I love you too, Eric. Please rescue me.
