Good Cop, Bad Cop, Fat Cop

"Objection, your Honor, dude!"

It had been a harsh week. Mr. Garrison had assigned the kids to different offices and stores, so that they could get a taste of the real world and modern workplaces. Cartman had managed to get himself assigned to this law firm in Boston that his mother had been a file clerk at, before he was born. Maybe one of those guys was his father. You never could tell.

"Oh, and the last item on the agenda...we have a young man working here this week from a school, part of our program to reach out to the youth of our community." Paul Lewiston looked over the rim of his glasses at Eric Cartman, sitting up in the chair between Sarah and Denise.

"Part of Denny's community service for the contempt charge." Alan Shore smoothed his tie and closed his leather notepad.
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