Suddenly, a beam of blinding, neon-blue light tore through the clouds. It struck Cartman dead center. He was hoisted three feet off the ground, his small limbs flailing like an overturned beetle.
"Dude," Kyle whispered, pointing. "You have a giant satellite dish coming out of your butt." Cartman Gets an Anal Probe
Kyle, Stan, and Kenny watched in frozen horror. A metallic, saucer-shaped craft descended, silent as a grave. A hatch spiraled open, and a mechanical arm—topped with a glistening, oversized chrome nozzle—extended toward Cartman’s backside. Fire it up, the machine seemed to pulse. Suddenly, a beam of blinding, neon-blue light tore
Just as the lead ship hovered over them, Cartman let out a massive, involuntary fart. The sheer force of the gas, combined with the alien technology, created a localized EMP. The satellite dish pulsed one final, blinding gold light, sending a message of pure, concentrated "Screw you guys, I'm going home" into the alien mainframe. "Dude," Kyle whispered, pointing