Time goes by (Kyman-South Park.)

Last chapter

I don't honestly know how to reform people, I just hope it's not shit.
~Eko.
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I get up from the mattress on the floor. I just seriously spend a night at CARTMAN's house. Oh my fuck.

"Morning," I say.

He laughs,

"Morning."

I get up and put my hair in some order. He laughs.

"You're making it worse," he says.

I roll my eyes.

"Nobody can fix my hair, Cartman. Absolutely nobody," I say.

He laughs and taps the bed.

"I don't trust you," I say.

"Come on," he says.

I slowly sit down, he rolls his eyes.

"Was it that hard?" He asks.

I nod. He laughs and shows me a brush.

"You know what this is?" He asks.

"Yes, I do, they don't work," I say.

"Doesn't look like you ever tried," he says.

I roll my eyes and he tries.

"The colour is never going to fix itself though," he says.

"Dad said it might go brown," I say.

"It most likely won't," he says.

I shrug.

"Played any good games this year?" I ask.

"Not really. I feel like my favourite games are still from ages away," he says.

"Old school, eh?" I ask.

"No, there aren't just any good games anymore," he says.

"I mean come on, even 2018 was shit for games," I say.

"What? Didn't like Life is Strange 2 or something?" He asks.

"I didn't like the first one! I only loved Kate and she is such a miniature character, she was only there as a plot point. I would have loved her as the main character," I say.

"I thought you Jews hated Christians," he says.

"No we don't. I loved Kate in the game if that's something. We're not racist... unlike you," I say.

"Pft. Really?" He asks.

I roll my eyes and keep my eyes on a certain spot of the floor.

"There," he says.

I look in the window, it looks a lot better.

"Thank you," I say.

I sigh.

"You can't fix short arms. Can you?" I ask.