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BWI Portalocity Terminal [Saturday Morning]

Emma had flown with Angelica from Logan Airport in Boston to Baltimore so she wouldn't have to make the entire trip alone, and Angelica was grateful for that. But after a hug goodbye when the time came for Emma's flight back to Massachusetts, Angelica was alone in the lounge, waiting for the bus to Fandom High. She buried her face in a book and tried not to be too nervous about changing schools, counting out the positives. She might make new friends. Empath and Roulette wouldn't be there. She might accidentally fry someone with her microwave powers.

Oooookay, that last one wasn't too positive.

[Up early for SP! ~~Please wait for OCD!~~ The Ginger Express is now in service.]

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UM. DUH.

"Oh, yeah! I saw the previews. It's gonna be sweet."

Butters hated to be the bearer of bad news, especially since bad news usually meant he'd be stuck having to do something not exactly fun, but the question nagged at him until he asked it.

"What are we gonna do if they don't have it, though, Stan?"

"...don't even think that, Butters. Don't even."

"But, Stan!" Butters objected. "Some of these camps, they don't let you watch TV! They say it can be a...a bad influence!"

"Then we break out and find one. Remember the preview for the second movie?"

With Tugger.

"Y-yeah," said Butters, sounding none too pleased and quite like someone had signed his death warrant already, "that night when I-I had to go and buy tampons for your sister."

"Butters, don't be a pussy. It turned out just fine."

"....Yeah," Butters said, after a moment, and a big grin slowly making its way onto his face, and then a chuckle. "One of the best previews I ever seen, too! Boy! You remember how awesome it was? It was almost better even than the movie! I guess it was totally worth it."

Stan's sister was still a total big stupid bitch, though...

Shelley would always be a bitch, though. It was like his dad being a moron.

"See? I'm sure things will be fine." No, he hadn't noticed the number of gingers.

"Well, okay," said Butters, though he still sounded pretty dubious. "Jus' so long as I don't have to pick up anyone's tampons again. Someone else can...get the tampons this time, gosh darn it."

"Why would we need tampons here?"

"Well, we won't," Butters explained and then, sucking in a breath and trying to look very stealthy as he glanced toward some of the girls in the waiting room and nodded at them, he whispered, "But they might."

Stan followed his gaze over. "Why would we care about them? They can get their own. It's not like girls own all the TVs."

"Well, you know girls, Stan," Butters said, in his whispering, warning tone, "they have ways and will sway you with their witchy feminine wiles."

And, he wasn't going to say it, but he knew that Stan in particular was particularly susceptible to such things.

Stan rolled his eyes and punched Butters on the arm. "They will not. You just never had a girlfriend."

"Ow!" said Butters, rubbing his arm even though Stan hadn't punched him that hard. "Why, y-yes, I have, Stan An' I ain't even talkin' about any of those Raisins girls, neither."

Although, well, maybe he might have been. Lexus might not have loved him, but, after a while, he really started to feel something special with that Porche. Boy, she was gonna miss him an awful lot while he was away, he was sure of it...

"You have not," Stan shot back. "Cartman has a better chance at a girlfriend than you."

"Nuh-uh!" Butters argued. "I'm still higher on the list then him, and none of my girlfriends ever kissed Cartman in front of the whole school."

Wendy Testaburger, you slut.

"That list was corrupted!" A beat. "And stop talking about Wendy."

And Butters had to laugh a little in triumph. "Y-yeah, Stan, I bet you get tampons for Wendy all the time."

"Dude, I said shut up." Don't make him hit you again, Butters.

It was too late, though, Stan. Butters had hit a swing and, due to his complete lack of a sense of self-preservation, he was now clutching his stomach for how hard he was giggling. "Yea-heah, Stan, buy her tampons and then I bet you go and watch Slate's Biology and tape American Idol for her, too!"

Stan made a face, pulling his fist back as if to hit him....

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Knowing full well that Stan could hit pretty hard, Butters threw up his arms in defense. "Don't hit me, Stan! I'm sorry I suggested you were a pussy because you get your girlfriend's tampons!"

"I do not!"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle! [5/7/11]

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