"Me neither," Kyle says, a little unimpressed. "I dunno. He's had a rough time, maybe he's just grumpy."
Kyle shakes his head. "I mean... yes. Yes, they are. But still." Still what he's not certain, he just feels he has to defend poor Butters somehow. Or at least not agree with Cartman.
"Well... okay. There was this guy at this public market who was selling weapons, and you had to have an adult present, right? So we told him we were orphans, and we got like, throwing stars and nunchuks and shit. So we were playing ninja, and Kenny uh. Threw a shuriken in Butters' eye."
He looks at the mannequin again, feeling guilt of a more regular type now. "He needed medical attention, but dude my mom would have KILLED me, so... we. Uhm. Dressed him like a dog and took him to the vet."
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Kyle shakes his head. "I mean... yes. Yes, they are. But still." Still what he's not certain, he just feels he has to defend poor Butters somehow. Or at least not agree with Cartman.
"Well... okay. There was this guy at this public market who was selling weapons, and you had to have an adult present, right? So we told him we were orphans, and we got like, throwing stars and nunchuks and shit. So we were playing ninja, and Kenny uh. Threw a shuriken in Butters' eye."
He looks at the mannequin again, feeling guilt of a more regular type now. "He needed medical attention, but dude my mom would have KILLED me, so... we. Uhm. Dressed him like a dog and took him to the vet."