CLYDE: So Tweek? What happened next?
TWEEK: It’s really not that interesting. I told you most of it already.
CLYDE: Yeah but you were super boring and vague. I want details, bro!
TWEEK: I, uh…
CRAIG: Hey guys, there’s a car outside.
CRAIG: I said there’s a car outsid–
JIMBO: DON’T WORRY, YOUR UNEXPECTED PLOT ADVANCEMENT HAS ARRIVED!
JIMBO: I’M FINALLY RELEVANT AGAIN.
STAN: Uncle Jimbo! Finally!
ERIC: It’s Stan’s crazy redneck uncle!
KYLE: How did he get here so fast?
BUTTERS: Oh boy, we’re saved!
KENNY: Mpphh mph!
JIMBO: Now, now. It’s not “crazy redneck,” kid. I prefer “gun-happy conservative.”
ERIC: So you mean a super redneck?
JIMBO: Yes. Exactly.
JIMBO: Now Stanley, I’m not going to ask why– or how for that matter– why you and all of your classmates are up in the middle of the mountains, or why there’s a suspiciously clean yet abandoned bus a mile out.
JIMBO: You’re just lucky you got a hold of me while I was in the neighborhood.
STAN: Does this mean you have guns with you?
JIMBO: Plenty of them, glad you asked.
STAN: You didn’t happen to see any guys wearing ski masks around, did you?
JIMBO: No, but I might have shot a couple of… deer… who may have been suspiciously shaped like a human beings and also were wearing ski masks. On accident, of course.
JIMBO: Wow there sure are a lot of you. I don’t even know if I have enough room for–
JIMBO: Oh, Jesus Christ! I’m too late! He’s dead!
JIMBO: I hope he wasn’t anybody important.
JIMBO: Now– now kids, you’re good bud Jimbo here is going to teach you a couple things about disposing of a body–
STAN: Oh, no. That’s just Scott Malkinson.
STAN: He’s got diabetes.
JIMBO: Well we need to get out of here and get this boy a chocolate bar, pronto!
CLYDE: That’s Stan’s uncle?
CLYDE: I don’t want to get into a car ride with him. He looks like he smells.
CRAIG: It won’t be any worse than being in a car with you.
CLYDE: Ouch, Craig.
CLYDE: Your comments sting my soul.