Don't mind me (South Park)

Rule 11.

Oh hey, so, my dudes, I got this and one shots anymore. So if anyone has a slight idea of what i'm doing next, anyone having any ideas for lyrics? Yes I wanna write a band AU!
~Eko.
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I knock on the door, slowly feeling the embarrassment of being in front of Cartman's door.

"Hey Red?" He asks.

I laugh and wave.

"Hey Cartman," i say.

He notices the other girls.

"What's the occasion?" He asks.

Oh shit.

"We just decided to come by?" Wendy asks.

Cartman laughs.

"We both know that's not true, Testaburger," he says

"What do you think about the new rules?" Bebe asks.

"Nothing, thank you, bye bye," Cartman says.

"No. You clearly do," I say.

"Look, I'm not gonna just say out loud what I know and what I don't. Do you think I'm really that stupid?" Cartman asks.

"The Apostolic Lutheranism is taking over our town," I say.

"I'm very aware of that fact," Cartman says.

I sigh.

"Look, Cartman.... do you not really think ahead to what kind of rules this could lead to?" I ask.

"What? In case you didn't know, the rule 11 is already in place," Cartman says.

"Rule.... 11?" Wendy asks.

"Oh you haven't heard. LGBTQA people can fuck off now," Cartman says.

"No no no no. You're joking! You must be!" Bebe says.

"If I was, goddamnit I would use the Jew for it," Cartman says.

"He's gay you know," Wendy says.

"I do. Ginger, gay and girly, the three G's," Cartman says.

"He's not girly! Stan is a lot feminine than him!" Bebe says.

"Oh you hear that readers? She said it, not me," Cartman says.

"What?" I ask.

"Just talking to the few readers that may think Kyle is the more feminine one. Honestly, Stan is clearly the uke if you want to stereotype, Style shippers," Cartman says.

Okay what the fuck is he talking about.

"But when you talk about rule eleven. Now. Would I help people who hate my guts?" Cartman asks.

"Hate your guts? Do they hate nazis?" Wendy asks.

Cartman rolls his eyes.