*You squirm anxiously as you panic, looking at the ground about eighty feet from where you dangle from the Coon’s outstretched arm.

“Come on, Freedom pals,” The Coon taunts. “You gotta save ‘em! You’ll be better on my team anyways.”

“Let them go.” Mysterion grunts in his gravely voice, and Human Kite, Wonder Tweek, Super Craig, Toolshed, Tupperware, Fastpass, and Captain Diabetes all nod along, adding in their own various protests to the Coon’s cruel act.

“Cartman, this isn’t even a game anymore!! You’ll hurt them!” Toolshed calls out.

Cartman, The Coon, scoffs, then slowly starts to let go of you, allowing you to gradually drop from the building you dangle from.