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The Bet
Craig was currently at Cartman's house in the kitchen. A bowl of ghost chili peppers sat on the counter. They looked all dried up like they were supposed to be. To sum things up, Cartman and Craig were having a bet. The person who ate the most chili peppers without drinking milk gets two hundred bucks straight from the loser's wallet. Craig has never done this before in his life, but he was ready to go. He looked over at Cartman. "Are you sure you still wanna do this? Ya know it's not to late to back out." He raised an eyebrow at him as he asked.
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It was 7PM, late after school. Obviously, school had ended hours ago but being the student council president was harder than it looked, compared to how others saw it and compared to elementary school. Wendy had never dreamed of staying back at school so late just for some stupid ass documents the treasure guy was supposed to take care of. Man, was she pissed. Anybody - if somebody was actually present - could hear it by the prominent click-clacking sound of her purple heels on the white tiles on the floor and the sound of strong aluminum being slammed against metal, as Wendy closed her locker by doing so. Wendy huffed, finally exiting the god-forbidden school -- oh she was so bummed. She had to cancel meetings with her friends, she wanted to do her homework earlier than this, and if that goddamned treasurer just had done his stupid job, she would've been eating her dinner in the bathtub, watching her movie. And now did she just remember it was Friday. What a horrible way to end her week. She also hadn't informed her mother. She must be so worried. Wendy paused in her footsteps, reaching over to her bag, and took out her phone -- only to be interrupted by footsteps at the side of the school. Oh what was this supposed to be now? Wendy glanced over at the shady part of the back of the school, and took out her keys, wielding them. "Hello? Who's out there?" Wendy shouted, standing away from the shadows, and readying her stance just in case she needs to run. She stepped forward a little bit more, only to realize the figure and relaxed a bit, sighing in relief. "Cartman? What the hell are you doing here?" alienprobed
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it's like you just can't get enough of my existence or something.