[The second what the boy is saying settles in, Kenny stops moving. He's not even breathing. Ghosts. A shitton of Kenny ghosts. The wave of nausea hits him hard, and if he'd eaten anything today, he'd probably have thrown up. He's never even met this kid but he knows, somehow. Cartman's words go in one ear and out the other, because Kenny is lurching forward to grab the kid's shoulders.]
Ghosts? Like, real fucking ghosts? All of me, right? Like I'd died a whole fuckton of times?
[Kenny barely hears Stan and Kyle responding to this development behind him.]
What the fuck, dude?
Kenny?
[Fuck his friends, Kenny just found someone who might have evidence of what happens to him, and that's way more important than Stan, Kyle, and fucking Eric Cartman thinking he's crazy. They can think he's as crazy as they fucking want.]
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Ghosts? Like, real fucking ghosts? All of me, right? Like I'd died a whole fuckton of times?
[Kenny barely hears Stan and Kyle responding to this development behind him.]
What the fuck, dude?
Kenny?
[Fuck his friends, Kenny just found someone who might have evidence of what happens to him, and that's way more important than Stan, Kyle, and fucking Eric Cartman thinking he's crazy. They can think he's as crazy as they fucking want.]
Do most of them look about 8?
Dude!