[In the woods, at a clearing. Kenny pours some propane on the fortune teller and walks back to the crowd of boys waiting nearby. He holds in his hands a detonator]
Cartman: Are we sure about this? We'll never know the future.
Stan: Nobody will. That's the way it's supposed to be. Hit it, Kenny.
[Kenny hits the button, and the fortune teller explodes, but the explosion is so large it burns up trees all around and can be seen from space. Bits of wood float down from the sky, and Kenny and Cartman get up, covered in ashes.]
Cartman: Damn, Ken!
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