Occupation Irritation | By : Kingcobra Category: +S through Z > South Park Views: 2578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Occupation Irritation, Part 5
A/n: This is the last chapter of the story. Will Cartman get a worthy job and cheesy poofs as well? Does anyone care? Will I get some good reviews for this finale? Probably not to all of the above.
But you never really know.
DISCLAIMER: Tom Kraft is my character. Cartman is Comedy Central's.
WARNING: Language, some possible OOC characters.
(Scene: Back Room at J-Mart. Cartman got the job, and Tom is showing him what his responsibilities are. The place is loaded with hundred of boxes of stock.)
Tom: Okay, Mr. Cartman. Your job is to unload the truck that comes every friday, open all the boxes, and sort them all out. (notions to the unused clothing rack in one corner) You will hang them all up over there. Afterwards, you will make a pile of the empty boxes. Understand?
Cartman: Jesus Christ, dude! I can't do all that! I'll die!
Tom: Just get started on it. You'll be all right. (pats Cartman's shoulder assuringly) I have faith in you.
Cartman: Don't touch me, asshole.
(Tom leaves and Cartman gets to work. The scene slowly dissolves into a shot of Tom entering the storage room, the words “2 HOURS LATER” written in white below him. He sees something and his eyes bulge.)
Tom: CARTMAN WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!
(In the corner, the still filled boxes are all piled up in a single line reaching as high up as the ceiling. Tom's jaw drops.)
Cartman: Did I do good?
Tom: NO! You were supposed to empty them all first!
Cartman: They were stuck.
Tom: Stuck?
Cartman: They were all glued to the bottom of the boxes.
Tom: (trying to not lose it, disbeliveing) All the clothes were glued to the box.
Cartman: Yeah.
Tom: That's it. Get out!
Cartman:What about my paycheck?
Tom: (whips small envelope out of pocket and flings it at him) Here! Now go!
Cartman: (picks up envelope) Sweet. Cheesy Poofs, here Ah come! (waddles out. Tom angrily kicks the pile of boxes, and screams as they collapse, burying and crushing the poor man.)
(Cartman's house. The fatass is sitting on the couch, eating a fresh bag of Cheesy Poofs and watching Terrence and Phillip.)
Cartman: Cheesy Poofs kick ass.
The End.
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