George R.R. Martin: It's the Red Wedding, isn't it? You hate how I killed everyone off? Butters Stotch: Uh, no sir, we just really need to know about the dragons, but they never seem to show up. George R.R. Martin: Oh, they're coming; the dragons are on their way. Butters Stotch: When? George R.R. Martin: You really wanna know? Butters Stotch: Please, it's urgent! George R.R. Martin: All right. King Joffrey is still at King's Landing, but there is a young blacksmith who wakes up one morning with a plan. And his weiner gently hangs down between his legs, soft and flaccid, his weiner glistens in the golden sunlight... Butters Stotch: No! No! Can we just skip the weiner stuff and just get to the dragons? Scott Malkinson: [winces painfully] Aw shit, I think I'm... I think I'm gonna faint.