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<sub>"I'm glad you like it so much, because
now that you're almost finished, I have
some'in' to tell you."



"What? You mean about how you put pubes
in your chili?"



"What?!"</sub>

_{"Yehes, I'm afraid this isn't your chili,
Scott. I switched it with Chef's. It's
delicious, Chef. I hadn't planned on
that. What I did plan on, however, was
that my friends, Stan and Kyle, would
betray me and warn you that the Chili
Con Carnival was a trap. I assumed
that they would tell you that I had
trained Denkins' pony to bite off your
weiner. What they didn't tell you was
that Denkins is a crazy redneck who
shoots trespassers on sight. Knowing
that you would try and do somethng to
the pony, I warned Mr. Denkins that
violent pony killers were in the area.
I also know that you wouldn't go yourself,
for fear of having your weiner bitten
off. You would most likely send your
parents. And, I'm afraid that when
Mr. Denkins spotted them on his property,
he shot and killed both your parents."}

_{"My... mom and dad are... dead?"}

<sub>"I came just in time to see Mr. Denkins
giving his report to Officer Barbrady.
And of course, to steal the bodies...
After a night with the hacksaw, I was
all ready to put on my Chili Con Carnival,
so that I could tell you personally
about your parents' demise! And of course,
feed you your chili. Do you like it?
Do you like it, Scott? I call it, "Mr.
& Mrs. Tenorman Chili."


"Oh my God! Oh my God!!"</sub>

_{The pain-saking day after the chilli con carnival festival Cartman put on.
Scott Tenorman woke covered in chilli sause and a bit of blood around him and all about his house.
He thought he had tried to spend that night trying to maybe make himself in a chilli
The taunts of his favorite band.... the laughter of a greedy Cartman.... the cries he could imagine from his parents before their final breaths....}

_{He groaned, trying to struggle to his feet -- head pounding and stomache hurting.
He'd never get the un-barable taste of chilli and human meat out of his mouth now.
He looked at his clock with a callander on it and knew he had school/.
He was an orphan now, did he have to go to school?}

_{Scott stumbled out and jumped into the bus and slipped to the very back
Trying to ignore the dark, cold stares everyone gave him.
He began to try and whipe off the blood and chilli still on his hands and slunked his bag next to him on his seat.}

_{Scott snapped out of his memories and stared at her almost dazed
Almost everything he saw and heard either reminded him of Cartman or chilli.
Where was his skater buddies anyways? They seemed to ditch him after the whole incident.
He'd look for them later.}

_{His eyes whent whide at the unfamiliar girl and he slightly scooted away
"Wh-- What?! Oh.... Yeah. I suppose...." he replied unconvincingly.}

_{Scott's gaze followed her's.
He remembered going home at the verge of insanity.
It was his fault he ate his parents. He'd been so selfish by telling them to go out and get the horse.
So he spent the night gagging over a pot of cooking chilli in hopes to make him share their fate.
But something stopped him midway. And he passed out on the living room floor
Left to think over what he created.}

_{He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out so he shrugged.}

_{"What does it matter when I have nothing left in my life?
No family, no friends, no pride, not even the hope to gain respect from Radiohead?"
Scott's scratchy voice whent dep as his clouded blue gaze fixed out the window.}

_{Scott glanced to her and stared her down.
He knew the Fostercare organization or orphanage would come for him soon.
That everything he was so accustomed to would fade as quickly as they had the day before.
How could he even know to trust anyone anymore?}

_{The ginger stiffly nodded a d fell quiet again,
His throat hurting too much from his unheard cries fro the night before.}

_{"I'd stay away from me if I were you."
Scott said in a low voice, feeling the states. Into into his skin.
So a boy mourns over his dead parents and he suddenly becomes a freak show?
He could remember when he was still the class prankster and everyone laughed with him.
How he used to be popular for his guitar playing covers for Radiohead and skate boarding.
Why did crying make him any different?}

_{"No it was. I was always messing with kids and I messed with the wrong one."
Scott tensed, digging his nails deep into the sides of his bag
"It was only a matter of time before my prancing back fired."}

_{"Because I am a freak and everyone'll hate me and you for it."
Scott replied as he dug his nails deeper.}

_{Scott flinched at the words, turning his head sharply to look at her
"I don't need pitty from people!" He snapped and stopped himself, realizing how harsh it sounded.
He shrunk back in his seat again, hiding his face slightly with his bag.}

_{Scott stopped the urge to roll his eyes at Sammi,
Sure seemed that way to me....
"Then why are you talking to me when I've never seen you in my life?"}