“I wish Karyn and I would be Beavis and Butthead.”
“Oh no, this sucks.” Jon rushed for the nearest mirror. It was true. “Uh oh. I’m Butthead. Huh huh. I said butt.” This was terrible. Because what it meant was that Karyn would be Beavis, and that meant he had a chick for a friend, that was now a dude. An actual chick as a friend and he had never even tried to score with her when he had the chance, but now she was another dude and it was too late. What a tragedy. Jon had to go and find out if Karyn was really a dude now. He left for her house.
Meanwhile at Karyn’s house.
“Heh heh, heh heh. Boob boob. Heh heh. Booboobooboob. Boobityboobity. Boioioing!” Karyn was really enjoying the big boobs he had wished for earlier. Why had he been upset about them before? They kicked ass. He gripped at them, and jiggled them, and then twisted his body around clockwise and then counterclockwise and jiggled them more.
The doorbell rang. For Jon may have been Butthead now, but was still far smarter than a FedEx courier and therefore knew how to press a doorbell button. Karyn however picked up the housephone and said “Heh heh, hello?”
The phone replied with a continued steady dial tone. Karyn continued listening to the dial tone while Jon continued ringing the doorbell. He rang it to the rhythm of Rock You Like a Hurricane, but of course it was only one tone. Karyn started banging his head along with the beat though. Jon however could see Karyn through the window next to the front door, and yelled “Hey dumbass! Put the phone down and unlock the door!”
“Heh heh, oh yeah,” Karyn/Beavis said. Karyn got the door.
“Uh, dude, are you a dude, or a chick?”
“Heh heh, what?”
“Huh huh, like, do you have a weiner or not? Because you look like a chick.”
“What are you talking about buttmunch, my schlong is much longer than yours, heh heh.”
“Oh damn, because you have boobs ah huh huh.”
“Heh heh yeah I guess I do heh heh.”
“Can I touch them huh huh,” Jon asked hopefully.
“No way dumbass.”
“Come on Karyn, just once, it’s the closest I’m ever gonna get to scoring,” Jon said tentatively reaching for Karyn’s chest.
“Damn it Jon, these are mine, get your own.”
“Oh yeah, that’s a pretty good idea. Why didn’t I think of that huh huh? I could just wish for a pair of my own. That would be so cool huh huh huh huh.”
“Heh heh, can I watch?” Karyn asked.
“Huhuh, you said you want to watch, huh huh.”
“Oh yeah, heh heh.” So BeavisKaryn followed JonButthead back to his house and patiently stood by as Jon got out the stone.
“Uh, what was I going to wish for?” Jon asked.
“I don’t know heheh, but you know what would be cool? A bunch of, like, mexican food, and candy mhm. Like, peanut butter cups.”
“Uh, I wish for, like, a thousand tacos, and, um, a thousand peanut butter cups.”
Their eyes lit up at the huge treasure before them, as Karyn started gorging on it. After a bite of a taco, he was now consuming massive quantities of peanut butter cups.
“Uh, settle down dude, huh huh.”
But Karyn was past the threshold. The most powerful of all the gods had once again been summoned to the mortal realm, into the body of his avatar.
The Great Cornholio was free.
