Keeping food in his stomach was an impossibility. He glowered at the too-cheery fruit bowl and the cabinet where his family kept their cereal, deliberating.
Ooh, going to go anorexic, fat boy? That should speed things up a bit~!
“Shut your face, my name's not Cartman.”
Ooh, going to go anorexic, fat boy? That should speed things up a bit~!
“Shut your face, my name's not Cartman.”