The boys are at Kyle’s house watching the game. Cartman is face-deep in a plate of nachos.
“Damn, it’s a really close game,” Stan says.
“Why don’t we make this interesting?” Kyle smiles. “We can bet on the outcome like our dad’s do.”
“Good luck with that, Jew-boy,” Cartman says. “There’s no way in hell your precious Broncos are gonna take down the mighty Tom Brady.”
“Tom Brady sucks!” Kyle glares. “What’s your offer, Cartman?”
“Hmm… you first.”
“Fine, if the Broncos win…you have to do my laundry for a month.”
“What! That’s bullcrap! I’m not doing your nasty Jew laundry.”
“Fair is fair, fatass.”
A lightbulb goes off. Cartman wonders how Kyle would like to be called “fatass” over and over again.
“So what’s your end of the deal?” Kyle asks.
Cartman grins wickedly. “Simple,” he says. “If the Broncos lose, you have to let me fatten you up.”
Kyle blinks. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Think about it, Kahl. You make fun of my alleged ‘fatness’ five times a day on average. Haven’t you ever wondered how -” Cartman sniffed dramatically. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m getting emotional - how it made me f-f-feel? Don’t you think it’s only fair?”
“No! That’s insane! Right, Stan?”
Kyle looks desperately at Stan, but his best friend’s face remains impassive.
“Stan?!” Kyle repeats.
“I don’t know, dude. You do rip on him for his weight a lot. Maybe it is only fair that you see it from the other side.” He shrugs.
Kyle is incredulous. He never imagined Stan would take Cartman’s side in an issue where the stakes were so high.
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