I ask him. I walk back to my bedroom and look in at what Cartman is seeing. Ghetto Pimp Pope has disconnected my computer, Vatican II, and is climbing out through my bedroom window with the tower in hand. Cartman Pope slaps him, then takes the tower back, and passes it off to me. I put it down gently, then help Cartman manhandle Pimp towards the living room.
Pimp cries out.
I scream, angry as Hell for a moment. Cartman says, as we force the gaudily dressed version of myself back into his stasis box. We close the box, and I put a powered padlock on it. Then I groan. As I smell the sandwich, I can feel my arteries hardening, so I throw the covers over my head and go back to sleep.