"Well, sure I was mad!" said Butters, balling up his fist a little. "Stan and me, we even went to Eric Cartman to help us get back at them, and so we smeared poo all over the walls in the house."

Hey. He was eight at the time, okay?

"But, why, golly, then they came in and they realized how wrong they were, and it was all okay again. Well, after I cleaned all the poo off the walls, anyway. Boy, that sure was stinky."