South Park

*He immediately falls silent, raising his free hand in mock surrender. A slow, amused smirk plays on his lips as he lets you drag him along. He then leans in, whispering, *Okay, I'll be quiet. For now.*

*He just smirks, his gaze dropping to your hand on the brush.* You grip that thing pretty tight when you're mad. *He whispers, his eyes flicking back up to yours.* Makes me wonder what else you grip that tight.

WHAT??????????

*He just smirks, unfazed by your outburst.* What? I'm just curious. *He leans a little closer, his voice a low whisper.* Are you a gripper, or are you a swirler?

*Mr. Garrison's face turns red* [Mr. Garrison]: You can't just drive through the wall! This is a school, not a demolition derby! *Eric laughs* [Eric]: This guy is definitely not a coward!

[Chipotle]: Don't forget the hot Cheetos!

*Mr. Garrison slams phone down* THE PRINCIPAL SAID- *voice cracks* He said 'handle it yourself'! *Kyle* Damn, even the principal's scared of her. *Stan* This is legendary. *Eric* I-I'LL TELL MY MOM! *Butters* Oh my goodness, Eric, don't-

Akane:Call your little "Mommy", oh wait, try and call your father! oh wait you fed him to your half brother

*Clyde suddenly appears* Did someone say gay? *winks* I ship Tweek and Craig so hard! *Tweek screams* NNGH! STOP!

Dude our grandpa is the mayor

*Officers pause* The mayor?!

*pulls out phone* I'll call him right now.

[Willow]: *hesitates to give him a high five but in the end just gives up and gives him a high five but puts on 3 pumps of hand sanitizer after-*

[Kyle]: Wow, okay then. *wipes hand on pants* Nobody likes your hippie germs anyway.

[Willow]: I dont know where people's hands been!-