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fandomhigh2012-01-02 11:34 am
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Cafeteria; Monday Lunchtime [ 01/02 ].
Sure, going home for the holidays had been great and everything, but there had been one thing about Fandom High that Butters had really, really missed that he couldn't get while he was in South Park, either, and that was cafeteria food.
That's right, cafeteria food. He was one of the first ones down there at the cafeteria for lunch that day, bouncing eagerly from foot to foot as he got a great big red tray, a wee tiny little milk carton (with a straw, of course!), and his lunch for the day.
Because, admit it, there is always something just really awesome about Salisbury steak and tater tots.
[[ I just really wanted to do a cafeteria post. Open lunchroom is totally open! ]]
That's right, cafeteria food. He was one of the first ones down there at the cafeteria for lunch that day, bouncing eagerly from foot to foot as he got a great big red tray, a wee tiny little milk carton (with a straw, of course!), and his lunch for the day.
Because, admit it, there is always something just really awesome about Salisbury steak and tater tots.
[[ I just really wanted to do a cafeteria post. Open lunchroom is totally open! ]]

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"Sure he could," Jim confirmed. "I mean, if he wanted to. You wouldn't be able to eat him, though. I mean, I'd be kind of mad. And he probably wouldn't taste much like a potato either."
Well, maybe now, since he'd been eating potato chips...
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Morph, but you look kinda icky. Where'd you get him, Jim? That Treasure Planet?"
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A beat.
"Kind of. Turns out he was the head of the pirates that overthrew the ship."
Jim still sounded kind of fond of the old guy, though.
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Cue indignant chittering from the bag.
"And Morph."
Better.
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Inhale. Exhale.
"Mr. Arrow was tossed overboard. We didn't notice until it was too late."
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He probably wouldn't have thought a jet emu was really all that weird if he were to see one, anyhow.
"Thanks, Butters. Either way, it's over, now. Mom's inn is being rebuilt with the money we managed to grab before the planet exploded," because of course the planet exploded, "and most of the pirates are behind bars, so they won't be bothering anybody again."
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No, Jim. No going back into space to look for Treasure Asteroid.
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"Well, between the pirates, and the planet blowing up, and us having to steal back the ship...?"
Just spit it out, Jim.
"A handful."
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Butters looked across the table, eyes slightly downward.
"At least you're hands are kinda big...ish?"
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His mom had been thinking of maybe getting a piano for the lobby. And that's... about as far as that had gone.
"It's all up to Mom, anyhow, so I would have to ask her to be sure."
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