Valerie

He dips his fingers into the hot, wet slit of Kyle's cock, and it's like Cartman has dipped his fingers into his fucking sanity and swirled it around, short-circuiting his brain.

It's like the air is electric, and if they touch at all they'll be reprimanded with stinging, static shock.

Cartman is always descriptive, but he sounds almost deranged now. Frenzied, and babbling, like his train of thought has not only derailed but has burst into a fiery ball on the side of the tracks.

Really, how did he think he'd ever escape Cartman when a part of him has been inside his body since he was eight years old?

Bodies are not sacred to Kenny. That's why he had no problem jumping off people's roofs at parties, or setting his hair on fire at the back of the school bus, because he knows that bones break but can easily be put back together if you spend long enough in a cast. Your hair may be singed and damaged, but it'll grow back eventually.