BOOOOOB.

Huh. What,

TIME FOR WORK.

BOOOOB THE BUILDER!

Ugh.

CAN HE FIX IT?!

[freeze]

VO

depends! Has he had his morning coffee yet?

[out of coffee]

Uh…

VO

Has be been heavily drinking the night before

[Bob winces Nautiously with every swing of his hammer]

Uggggh.

VO

Does he have AIDS?

what.

You have AIDS.

How could I have contracted HIV!?

It surpassed HIV; it's already AIDS!

WHAT! this is Inpossible!

It's not impossible; I did the bloodwork myself.

I mean—

Bob

This can't be happening.

I'm sorry.

I've been completely faithful to my wife!

…really?

Yes!

[beat]

Now, Robert…

Don't call me Roberr, my name is BOB, GODDAMMIT.

Calm down..

I will not calm down; you just told me I have HIV.

AIDS.

How could I have AIDS?! Imm a construction worker!

“Bob The Builder”

{IRL}

In this live action rendition of Bob the builder, Bob realizes that after after purchasing after market power tools, he has been infected with HIV

Actually, its AIDS.

Here.

{Enter The Multiverse}

CUT TO:

SOUTH PARK, CO. OFFICE. DAY.

You wouldn't know this is Butters just by looking at him— an above average looking (read: almost too handsome) middle aged man, now, looking rather sad and despondent, as he fiddles with his Rubix cube over a cold supper (leftovers, of course), still singing his same old song.

Loolooloo…

However— Almost singing with a deep and heavy sigh, the inward aspiration to do and be more.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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