Since I have become caretaker of South Gate, and was recently inspired to
give it a new name.......here goes! I now re-open South Gate, after some
repairs etcetera. Not that it NEEDED repairs, but.....^_^ I think you'll
like it. 
	==START RP==
*H-chan is outside the main entrance to South Gate, and is seen tying
balloons to the mailbox, another recent addition. She turns and looks at
her handiwork. Then, noticing our precence, turns back.*
H-chan: Oh my, you're early! Oh well....No time like the present. So, I
welcome you. Come, follow me.
*H-chan leads the group up the path, going through the security. She
opens a door, and escorts everyone inside. Tenchi-clone enters, and pulls
a switch on the wall. The lights go down, and fog seeps in through a
vent. Spotlights swirl around the room, and a catchy beat starts in. A
door opens in the wall. * [Note: Pepsi points to the person who can
identify the reference I'm making.]
H-chan: *her microphone is back!!!* And now, the starting lineup for YOUR
South Gate Dollar Signs!!!! Playing center, a third grader from chilly
South Park, Colorado....Stan MAAARSH!!!! 
*Through the door, Stan-clone runs, wearing a green and black basketball
jersey, and his classic hat. He's dribbling a basketball, with Spunky
close on his heals.*
H-chan: Next up, playing guard, also from South Park......Eric "Fatass"
CARTMAAAAN!!!!!
*Another clone, Cartman-clone, waddles in, also wearing the uniform and
hat.*
Cartman-clone: I'm not fat! I'm big-boned!
H-chan: Also on guard, from South Park.....the little Jewish kid who
can't play football.....Kyle Braflaufsky!!!! <sp?>
*Kyle-clone runs out in his hat, uniform, with Kyle klinging to his
head.*
H-chan: On forward, from, where else, South Park, the man in
orange....Kenny "Death Walks" McCormick!!!
*Kenny-clone falls through the ceiling.*
Kyle-clone: Oh my God!!! They killed Kenny! *shakes fist at ceiling* You
bastard!!!
H-chan: Playing forward, the chick with kick.....Wendy "Eeew Gross!"
Testeburger!!!!
*Wendy-clone sidles out, in her uniform, her hair neatly combed. As she
steps near Stan-clone, she prepares for the barf. None comes. She
rejoices.*
H-chan: *to Wendy* Wendy honey, clones don't puke. *into microphone* 
Finally, standing....standing?....at approximately eight inches tall, not
counting the teacher attached.....The man....MR. HAT!!!!
*Mr. Garrison runs out, Mr Hat still on his hand.*
H-chan: Ladies and gentlemen! Your SOUTH PARK DOLLAR SIGNS!!!!!
*Light show ends*
H-chan: Any questions?
	==END RP==