Second Floor Common Room; Tuesday Evening [ 07/05 ].

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Butters was still pretty darn sure this wasn't a very good idea, but, as usual, Stan had convinced him otherwise, and so there they were, him, Stan, and Jim, in the common room with a brand sparkling new deep frying machine and about a dozen boxes of Twinkies.

Well, Butters was with the deep fryer and the Twinkies. Stan and Jim were over behind the couch, using it as a shield in case this goes horribly wrong and the Twinkies blew up everywhere. Butters was much less defended and was given the task of the actual deep frying.

Each Twinkie was held tentatively over the boiling, roiling oil before he dropped it in and then jumped back, arms up over his head with a little, "Ah!" A second would pass where he'd realize everything was okay, and take a peek at the snack cake floating inside. It was the same drill with each one, and so far, none had exploded or nothing else bad had happened and it should just be a few minutes before the first batch would be ready.

Boy, cooking sure was stressful!


[[ open common room is open, and Stan and Jim modded with permission! Come. Deep fried Twinkies for everyone! ]]

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"You know," Jim noted, peering out from his safe place behind the couch, "I really wish he'd stop screaming like that?"

It was unnerving. If Butters was going to get blown up in a tragic deep-fried Twinkie incident, the least he could do would be to wait until he was actually dripping in hot grease and in serious agony, here.

"It's kind of freaking me out, here."

[andthemoralis.livejournal.com]

"If he gets burned, you're calling 9-1-1." Stan was the best friend ever.

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"Sure thing, Stan." A beat. "What's 9-1-1?"

Hopeless. Jim was hopeless.

[andthemoralis.livejournal.com]

"..." Stan stared at him for a moment before looking back at Butters. "I'll call instead."

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"Ah!"

There was one last little shout and jump and cower before Butters peered back into the fryer and look over at the couch and giving the other boys a thumbs up. "Looks like that's all we can fit in right now, fellas," he reported. "Now we just have to wait a few minutes and then we can see how they turn out."

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"A few minutes, huh? Seems kind of long for something that's already cooked."

Well, presumably cooked. What Jim knew about Twinkies pretty much amounted to 'they are sweet.'

"But you're the master chef here, Butters."

And also, Jim didn't want to be the one to brave the deep-fryer to pull them out.

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"Well, maybe just a couple of minutes, then," Butters amended. "I don't know; I've never deep fried Twinkies before, but they gotta at least get a little crispy, right?"

[andthemoralis.livejournal.com]

"Doin' good, Butters!" Stan called from his spot. He sure as hell wasn't going to go get third degree burns and end up needing a transplanted face or something, thanks.

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

"Gee," Butters didn't sound so confident, looking at the fryer worriedly, "thanks, Stan. I sure hope so."

[andthemoralis.livejournal.com]

"It can't be any worse than the liposuction!"

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Butters grimaced, and seemed to look a little green all of a sudden. He sent a surly frown toward the bubbling oil. "Yeah, well," he said quietly, "at least I don't gotta worry about breakin' out into vagina sores."

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Ryan had mainly kept to her room for the last few days, but today something drew her into the common room. "What is that smell?" she asked, almost afraid to find out the answer.

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"Why?" asked Butters, whose eyes instantly went wide and worried. "Does it smell bad?"

[serial-quitter.livejournal.com]

"Not bad, but just different," said Ryan, scrunching up her nose as she took another whiff. "Kind of like burnt sugar and... something else I can't identify."

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Butters pressed his lips together as if trying to hold back his answer, looking toward the fryer with a great reluctance. Should he fess up to what they were doing? Would she get them in trouble? Was he going to wind up being grounded?

"Twinkies," he said in a voice so quiet, it was as if he was hoping she wouldn't hear it, and he covered it up with a little cough. "Deep frying Twinkies."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I owe you coffee, maybe." Other people's coffee. Kenzi waved to Ryan. "And have you seen Bart since we got here?"

[serial-quitter.livejournal.com]

"I won't say no to coffee," said Ryan. "Bart was that kid on the bus with us, right? I haven't seen him at all. Then again, I'm still just trying to find my way around this place."

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"Cool, we should do that, drag other people along, find the coffee in this place. I visited freakin' Atlantis," which still blew her mind, "on Sunday, but I haven't seen much of town." Kenzi rolled her eyes. "Yeah, he's supposed to be my roommate? But I haven't seen the guy since Sunday night. I don't mind if he found someone to shack up with, but..." But one, he seemed a little young for that, and two, tell your roomie if you're gonna do that shit so she knows to rent out your bed, Bart.

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Kenzi was following her nose. As well as investigating a disappearance.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked, peeking into the fryer.

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"Nothing!" Butters said, maybe a bit too quickly to be even remotely believable, and he moved to cover the fryer with his body as he turned around to face the girl who'd just come in. He gave a nervous laugh. "Nothing at all."

Apparently, if you get girls involved in deep frying things, you're bound to get into some sort of trouble.

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Kenzi feinted right, then went left. "Are you destroying shit? Or cooking stuff? Can I help?"

Please. Like Kenzi ever reported anyone for anything.

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"No!" said Butters, moving right, and then failing to catch up on the left. "I mean, yes! I mean..."

Realizing that the jig was up and this girl could totally get him grounded now, his shoulders sunk in a resigned sigh. "We're jus' deep frying Twinkies."

He wanted to say it was all Stan's idea, but he didn't want to get his best friend mad at him.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Dave made his way down to the second floor when he heard the sounds of horrified cooking. He didn't want to know what was happening, but at the same time, he needed to know.

"What's going on here?" he asked

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"Nothing!" Once more, Butters jumped about a mile at the sound of an accusing (to him, anyway) voice, throwing up his hands as if to show that he hadn't touched a Twinkie, not even once. "Nothing at all!"

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"You do realize I can't get you in trouble even if I wanted to, right?" Dave checked.