#clyde donovan

GREGORY:Oh my, seems Craig’s little online army doesn’t have a care at all that I’ve taken command of his weblog.

GREGORY: Estella, there are people who are actually curious about thetrueside of things, would you believe that?

ESTELLA:Are youreally fiddling around with that stupid thing over there?

ESTELLA:Of course you couldn’t hold back from sating your bloated ego, you needed electronic strangers to help inflate it even further, you limp, detached and wounded tail of a diseased lizard.

GREGORY:Goodness, there are questions regarding both you and I, you know.

GREGORY:I haven’t so much as talked about myself at all, mind you.

ESTELLA:Why are there people attempting to talk to me through that device.

ESTELLA:Are you truly so stupid as to inform everybody of our whereabouts?

GREGORY:Heavens,no.

GREGORY:Just having some fun, is all.

GREGORY:You should join me with this one, spare yourself a moment why don’t you.

ESTELLA:Ugh, if it will get you off my back, fine.

GREGORY: Now this one asks what our impression of each of those incessant dullards Craig calls friends is.

ESTELLA: All of them are as stale and boring as a long forgotten water biscuit fallen beneath a dumpster.

GREGORY:Right you are.

ESTELLA:Can I get back to what I was doing, now?

GREGORY:Not quite, I think I’d fancy tearing down the walls of each individual here.

GREGORY: It’s only fair that these curious strangers get their just earful.

ESTELLA:[sigh]

ESTELLA:If you insist.

GREGORY: I suppose we might as well start with the most likely focus of interest, the original owner of this log.

GREGORY:Craig.

GREGORY:You know originally, I didn’t have all too much of an issue with this brain dead husk of a man.

GREGORY: I told him.

GREGORY:If he doesn’tfuckwith me, I would have no qualms against him.

ESTELLA:And yet here you are, still plucking splinters from the backside of your head.

GREGORY:I could tell he was going to be a problem from the start, I just figured he’d be too slow and careless to be much of an actualthreat.

ESTELLA:I’d almost say it’s adorable how angry you are over such a nuisance of a boy; But you’refartoo revolting to ever be adorable, so I will just say it’s amusing.

GREGORY:…

GREGORY: I don’t like him.

GREGORY:I’ll leave it at that.

ESTELLA:I couldn’t care less for that gelatinous clump of blue ink.

GREGORY:I suppose next would be his subordinate friend– Clyde, is it?

GREGORY:The one you stupidly chose to take control of.

GREGORY: Over just about any othercandidate.

ESTELLA:Ido not need to be reminded.

ESTELLA:He was simply the most emotionally compromised at the time.

GREGORY: It’s become clear that’s just how he always is.

ESTELLA: You sure took your oh so pleasant time getting me out of that putrid cauldron of body odor and unpleasantly placed hair.

ESTELLA:He’s quite revolting when he’s all alone, do you know this?

GREGORY:Do you mean… more so than you find othermen to be, or…

ESTELLA:Yes, I do mean more so.

ESTELLA: You have no idea the things I had to sit through with that horrid, small manhooded caveman.

GREGORY:I’m sure.

GREGORY:I have no real feelings towards him either way, though he seems a little too keen on Tweek for my liking.

GREGORY:Or, I should say, Tweekseems a little too trusting of him.

GREGORY: So in turn, I am not too fond of him, either.

GREGORY:Now, the one I find the most tolerable of the bunch is certainly Token.

GREGORY:I remember him well from when I was still alive.

GREGORY:Truly, if there were anybody to rival Wendy and I’s intellectual abilities together, it would be him.

ESTELLA: Well, he did throw all of us under the bus by telling Damien exactlywhat we’ve been up to on the surface, so I do not think I canpossiblysee him in the same light as you.

GREGORY: Oh, well I suppose there is that.

ESTELLA: Other than that, I find him a rather boring, simple minded individual.

ESTELLA:He could die the most foul and upsetting death imaginable, and I would not think any different of him– same goes for the rest of those boys.

GREGORY: Mm, well, I still think I find him the most bearable of the bunch.

ESTELLA:If you say so, you blood-drunk man loving tick.

ESTELLA: Let’s talk about the best of the bunch, why don’t we?

GREGORY: Oh? Do you suddenly have a favorite?

ESTELLA:Why yes Ido.

ESTELLA:Stan, of course.

GREGORY:Oh.Him.

GREGORY:That thick-headed, good for nothing drain on society…

GREGORY:That’s who your favorite is?

ESTELLA:Yes indeed.

ESTELLA:I just love it when the real you comes out.

ESTELLA:Look at you now. Can’t help your horns from showing, you’re just soupset that anybody could possibly like that van-hit skunk.

ESTELLA:As if I’d actuallyenjoy him any more than the other bloody idiots.

GREGORY: There are few people more deserving of hell than Stan Marsh.

ESTELLA:I could think of many, but if you take such offense to your own personal death, I won’t stop you from thinking of that.

ESTELLA:My, you’re so much more pleasant to be around when you’re angry…

ESTELLA:My opinion of him is rather neutral, but he’s a man so there isn’t much about him that’s favorable anyways.

GREGORY: Let’s talk about his counterpart instead.

ESTELLA:And who would that be?

GREGORY:Kyle.

GREGORY:The bloke with the ugly green ushanka.

ESTELLA:Oh,thatcollapsed anal cavity of a sewer rat.

ESTELLA:The opinionated one who thinks his insufferably bland words actually matter.

ESTELLA: Rather rich, but that’s all I can give him.

GREGORY:He’s always thought of himself as some sort of martyr of first world problems.

GREGORY:I’m sure if he wasn’t so full of himself he’d be less of a drain to talk to.

ESTELLA:Funny, that’s how I feel about you.

ESTELLA:You’re really just describing yourself, you know.

GREGORY: When I fight for justice, I’m not doing it to make myself feel good.

GREGORY:I do it for those who cannot take action themselves.

ESTELLA:Oh, I’m sure youlovetotell yourself that.

GREGORY:Speaking of selfish drains…

GREGORY:It truly shows how utterly stupid all of Stan’s friends are, still hanging around that tub of lard Eric.

ESTELLA:He didn’t really speak much while I was around, so all he is to me is another worthless sausage on a rusted old pan.

GREGORY: All I saw was that he still looks like he’s 10, and certainly still soundslike it.

ESTELLA:Smells like it, too.

GREGORY:I never did like the boy, he completely ruined an entire covert operation, you know?

GREGORY:Directly caused the death of a fellow comrade.

GREGORY:Of course we were all turned back before the war, thus nullifying all of our actions henceforth, but it still stands that the old paranoid fool he killed never quite was the same.

ESTELLA: Oh, let’s not start thisconversation again.

ESTELLA: You talked my ear off for days on end the last time I decided to indulge in your simplistic babblings of self-perceived hardship.

GREGORY:Though who I find most interesting throughout all of what we went through was who really saved us all in the end.

GREGORY:I hadn’t seen all too much of him beforehand, yet he sacrificed himself for the entire town over in the end.

GREGORY:ThatKennyfellow…

GREGORY:You know, despite spiking me over the head with that lawn ornament earlier, I don’t really have too harsh a thought on him.

GREGORY:I blame Tweek and Thomas for not warning me more than anything, really.

GREGORY:There’s something about him that seemed all too familiar, though, even as a young adult now…

ESTELLA:I am taking advantage of the fact that you look like you’re lost in your tiny, hollowed out peanut shell of a brain to say that I am leaving now.

ESTELLA:There are better things to attend to.

GREGORY: I can’t even remember how he came back from the dead, he just appeared one day, good as new.

GREGORY:I never knew the original ruler of hell personally, only his son of course, but perhaps there was some sort of additional deal made for him to return to the land of the living once more?

GREGORY: Honestly, this perplexes me severely now that I think about it, and I can’t believe I’ve not thought about it more until now.

GREGORY:Needless to say, this one’s an interesting individual, to say the least.

GREGORY:Definitely not one I’d think to trust any time soon, however. He’s far too… suspicious of a person…

GREGORY:Hmm…

GREGORY:Well– that’s all of them I suppose.

GREGORY: Though, hmm…

GREGORY:I could have sworn Craig’s friends had one more on their team…?

GREGORY: I wonder where they could be in all of this mess.

GREGORY: …These are quite fun, I think I may indulge myself in a few more…

CRAIG:Token, people are asking about that Damien kid.

CRAIG: I don’t even know how he’s relevant to all of this, but last I heard, youwere the one who talked to him last.

TOKEN: Who the hell is on your blog asking this kind of stuff, dude?

CRAIG:Dude I don’t fucking know. People.

TOKEN:Well…

TOKEN: He was kind of like…

TOKEN:Not helpful at all.

TOKEN:He just told me all of this isourfault.

TOKEN: But he did say if I needed anything that I could call him, I guess?

CRAIG:Yeah that’s what they’re saying you should do.

TOKEN: He didn’t really… give me a phone number or anything, though.

CARTMAN:Ugh, can you guys shut up?

CARTMAN: It’s hard enough sleeping on all this hay without you guys yappingacross the freakin’ barn all night.

TOKEN: We’re trying to figure out what to do next, fatass.

CARTMAN:Cool.

CARTMAN:Do it where I can’t hear you guys.

CLYDE:D’you think… if we got his help. he’d get ridda the demons for us…

TOKEN:No, I don’t think so.

TOKEN: He told me unless we like, literally have a favor from the king of hell, we’re pretty shit outta luck.

TOKEN:I really wish I had been thinking a little more at that moment, I would’ve asked him for his number.

TOKEN: Even though… he was the one to tell meto callhim.

CLYDE:Well… maybeeeee…

CLYDE:[yawn]

CLYDE:Have you tried jus’ typing a bunch of sixes into the phone…

CLYDE:Heheh… gettit… ‘cause he’s like from hell and stuff and… 6… 66… yeah… nice…

CLYDE:…

CLYDE:Jimmy would’ve laughed at that…

CLYDE: I’m sure…

CLYDE:…

CLYDE:sznnnzzzzzz…

TOKEN:…Yeah, I bet he would’ve, Clyde…

TOKEN:Get some sleep, bud.

CARTMAN:Guys seriously I’m gonna hurl a bale of hay at you if you don’t shut up soon.

CRAIG: Go die Cartman.

CARTMAN:So I can come back as a stupid demon like the rest of those losers?

CARTMAN:No thanks.

TOKEN:Well…

TOKEN:I mean I guess it isn’t the dumbestidea Clyde’s ever had.

CRAIG:You’re seriously gonna try typing666 into the phone?

TOKEN:That or like,ten sixes to make it a proper number.

CRAIG: Is 666 even a real area code…?

TOKEN:Dude, I don’t know.

TOKEN: What else am I supposed to do right now.

TOKEN:I don’t suppose anybody in here has his number?

CRAIG:Nobody likes hanging around him and his stupid glasses.

TOKEN:Exactly.

TOKEN:I’m.

TOKEN: I’m just gonna try this and see if it works.

TOKEN:…

TOKEN: Ugh, great. It just went straight to voicemail.

TOKEN:[sigh]

TOKEN: You know what.

TOKEN: I’m not even gonna bother leaving him a message, I doubt he’s going to listen to it anyways…

CRAIG: Cool, what a waste of time.

CLYDE:So do we just sleep on all of this hay tonight then…?

KENNY: I wouldn’t recommend that, dude.

KENNY:Hay is not as soft as it looks.

CLYDE: Aw man…

CLYDE:Fantasy lied to me again…

CLYDE:huuu…

KENNY:Uh, you gonna be alright?

CLYDE:Yeah, just tired… and…

CLYDE:Aw… what the…

CLYDE: What is that smell…

KENNY:Eugh… yeah you’re right.

KENNY: Something smells like peanut butter and dog shit sandwiches in here, for real.

CLYDE:Did something die in here?

STAN:It’s just the ducks dude.

KYLE:This is so stupid.

STAN: Yeah ducks are kinda stupid.

STAN: They kinda rule tho too.

KYLE:What?

KYLE:No dude, I meant–

KYLE:How are we supposed to sleep in here?

KYLE:Why did he expect us to sleep in here?

KYLE:Didn’t he say he didn’t even know what a barnwas???

KYLE:What the fuck.

STAN:I dunno man.

STAN:What gets me is like…

STAN:He just said to stay in here.

STAN:Like, over night or something.

STAN:How long do we stay in here?

KYLE:Exactly!

KYLE:Are we just expected to sit in here for the rest of our lives?

KYLE:How the hell are we supposed to know when we canleave???

TOKEN:Do you think we can trust him that much, though?

TOKEN:I mean you guys were only there for the latter half of it.

TOKEN:He wasrightthere when that other british kid threw Jimmy’s body on the ground.

TOKEN:Like right in front of us.

TOKEN:And he didn’t even try and save Craig when we ran off and he didn’t make it.

TOKEN: I swore he was gonna die too, man. It was so fucked up.

KENNY:I don’t know what we should do.

KENNY:That’s all sorts of messed up.

KENNY:I wanna say we should trust the guy, like.

KENNY:He knows more about this shit than we do, I suppose.

KENNY: But at the same time…

TOKEN: At the same time, he could just be tricking us.

KENNY:Yeah…

TOKEN:And if everything he said back there was true, and he knows Thomas knew Craig before he died…

TOKEN: And so he just let that happen, right in front of Craig.

KENNY: Do you think he’s gonna be okay?

TOKEN: I don’t know…

TOKEN: Like, we’ve all been through some really messed up stuff today.

TOKEN:But Craig’s like…

TOKEN: Getting hit from every angle, you know?

TOKEN:He just seems so messed up right now…

KENNY: Well, you know Craig.

KENNY:He’s always a little different.

KENNY:He’s not taking this the same way we are.

KENNY:At least I don’t think so.

KENNY: I don’t really know the whole inner workings of that sorta thing.

TOKEN:No I get you…

TOKEN: I just hope he’ll be okay soon.

TOKEN:I hope all of us can be okay soon.

KENNY:That’s gonna be kinda hard considering everything that’s gone on.

TOKEN:No… yeah… I know… I just…

TOKEN:[sigh]

KENNY:Come on, let’s all just chill out for a bit and figure out what we should do tomorrow.

TOKEN:Yeah. Yeah okay.

TWEEK: Oh– oh okay, Stan–

TWEEK:You’re Stan, right?

STAN:yea

TWEEK: There’s so many of you man…

STAN:There’s like seven of us.

CRAIG:Would’ve been eight if Jimmy were still fucking alive.

TWEEK:Man–okay–

TWEEK:You said you have a farm?

STAN: Um yeah you were asking us like places we know I just said it like a minute ago.

TWEEK:Would Gregory know where that farm is?

STAN:Um…

TWEEK:Or Pip?

TWEEK: Or even like. Thomas???

STAN:Uh.

TWEEK: Like– would they have known it even existed before they died.

STAN: I guess not.

STAN: I mean like, I never really invited Gregory… or anybody else over or anything if that’s what you’re asking.

TWEEK: Okay, okay that’s perfect. That’s good.

TWEEK: We need to take you guys there.

STAN:To my farm?

STAN:That sounds pretty sick actually maybe my dad will let me try some of this season’s weed.

KYLE:Dude. Is this really the time to think about getting high?

STAN: We’ve had a hard day, dude.

KYLE: You almost died,dude!

STAN:I know dude.

STAN: That’s why I said we’ve had a hard day dude.

TWEEK: Can you guysstop saying dude???

STAN:No.

STAN:Anyways like, I don’t know if my mom would be cool with everybody going there without any warning…

TWEEK: Aren’t there barns on farms?

TWEEK:Can’t you guys just chill out in one of those?

STAN:I mean Iguess…

KYLE: I really don’t think it’s a good idea to hide out right where your family lives, Stan.

KYLE: What if they find us?

STAN:Huh…

STAN:What if they find my epic dad and sister.

STAN: …My dad who’s super cool and not lame…

STAN: And my totally awesome sister who loves me so much…

STAN:…

STAN:Yeah actually there are many reasons why going to the farm sounds like a good idea all of the sudden.

KYLE:Jesus christ, dude you are so fucking evil.

TWEEK:Awesome!!!

TWEEK:This is great!

TWEEK:You guys can–

TWEEK:You can go to the barn, barricade yourself in for the night, get some sleep…

TWEEK:You’ll betotallysafe, they won’t know where you are at all.

KYLE: I don’t know how much I trust how ready you are to just lock us up in a barn.

TWEEK:It’s for yoursafety.

TWEEK:Okay.

TWEEK:I’m just gonna take you all there, make sure you get inside safe, and leave you the fuck alone.

TWEEK: Everybody hold hands.

STAN:huh

TWEEK: Everybody hold hands in a circle, we’re all almost standing in a circle anyways.

TWEEK:Just hold hands with the people next to you.

EVERYBODY:…

CARTMAN:I’mnot holding hands with Kenny.

CARTMAN: I don’t wanna catch the poor.

TWEEK: Man what the fuck.

TWEEK: Just hold hands it’s not that hard.

KYLE:Howexactly is holding hands going to… take us there?

CLYDE: Holding hands is kind of gay bro I mean–

TWEEK: Holy shit just hold hands, we don’t have all night!

STAN: Okay cool. This is cool.

STAN:I really wanted to hold hands with Cartman today.

CARTMAN: Eugh Kenny, sick.

CARTMAN:I’m already feelingpoorer.

KYLE:Man, can we just get this joke over with?

TWEEK:It’snota joke man.

KYLE:Okay.

KYLE:Can we get thisprankover with?

TWEEK:Hhhhhrhrhrhrrrrgh…

TWEEK:Just– you two– hold my hands.

CRAIG:I just want you to know how much I hate this.

TOKEN:Yourealise how sketchy this all sounds, right Tweek…?

TWEEK:Look man.

TWEEK:You guys are making it way sketchier by making this take so long.

TOKEN: Just… do what you’re gonna do. I guess…

TWEEK:Okay…

TWEEK:[inhaaaaaalllleeee]

TWEEK:[exhalllllle]

CRAIG:BUHhfgj

TOKEN:woah–

TOKEN:How…

TOKEN:Wuuuuhh…

TOKEN:Oh my god…

TOKEN:Please, never do that again…

CRAIG:huuuuuuuuu…oh god my head…

KENNY:Wow…

KENNY:That’s…

KENNY:A nifty trick you’ve got…

KENNY: Really would’ve helped us like… I dunno.

KENNY:A couple hours ago, or…

TWEEK:Look man,somuch shit was happening.

TWEEK:I’m just trying to help.

KENNY: Okay, then what do you reckon we do next, dude.

TWEEK:What I “reckon” is that you all get into this red shack and hide out for the night.

TWEEK: This is the barn, right?

TWEEK: I’ve never seen a barn before. There’s no barns in hell.

STAN:yea thats a barn

TWEEK: Okay great.

TWEEK:Everybody get in.

TWEEK:And don’t, for the life of you, come out for any reason until morning.

TWEEK: If you hear someone from outside, don’t trust them.

TWEEK:Even if they claim to be your friend.

TWEEK: Even if they sound like your friend.

TWEEK:Don’t fucking do it.

TWEEK:At that point though you’re probably alreadyscrewed cause someone’s trying to get in.

TWEEK: Just don’t even make it look like you exist in this barn, I swear.

STAN: Jesus dude okay.

STAN:We get it.

STAN:We’ll stay in the barn or whatever.

TWEEK:Thank you.

CRAIG: This is sostupid.

CRAIG:Why are we even listening to this guy…

CRAIG: [Grumble grumble…]

CLYDE:Hey Tweek…

TWEEK:Huh?

CLYDE:I’m kinda really out of it right now I think.

CLYDE: Like I dunno I think whatever that chick back there did to me like…

CLYDE:Sucked all the energy out of me or something.

TWEEK: Yeah that sounds about right…

CLYDE: But um…

CLYDE: I just wanted to say.

CLYDE:Like.

CLYDE:I still don’t care that you’re a demon…

CLYDE:Or an imp… or… whatever you said you were…

CLYDE:You have claws and hooves and horns and stuff… I dunno.

CLYDE:I still think you’re cool either way…

CLYDE: I mean… like…

CLYDE:Our friend justdied…

CLYDE: And I know I’m gonna be crying tonight if I don’t pass out before I do…

CLYDE: But I can tell you didn’t want that to happen to us.

CLYDE: And I’m sorry everybody else is being mean to you…

CLYDE:[yawn]

CLYDE:Hopefully we can see you later under better… um… I forget the word…

TWEEK:Circumstances?

CLYDE:Yeah… Under better circumstances.

TWEEK:…

TWEEK:I hope so too.

TOKEN: Clyde… knock it off…

TOKEN:You’re kinda freaking us out.

CLYDE: I’m freaking you out?

CLYDE: Oh well that’s a shame now, isn’t it?

CLYDE: Your puss-filled elephant’s foot of a friend isn’t here right now, sorry to say.

CLYDE:And very soon,none of you will be.

CRAIG:Dude, what is your problem?

CLYDE:Oh,myproblem?

CLYDE: My problem is that this swollen, decaying fistula ratted me out.

CLYDE:Rattedall of usout.

GREGORY:Hewhat?

CLYDE:Yes, I heard it from the latrine.

CLYDE:While this “Clyde” fellow was having a break down in a piss-soaked petrol station washroom, his friend over here was raving all about us to the Devil’s son himself.

TOKEN:Wh–

TOKEN:Heaskedme!

TOKEN:Clyde,what the hell are you talking about–

CLYDE:Shut your mouth!

CLYDE:I’m not Clyde, and I wont even so much as thank you to call me as such.

CLYDE:We were meant to bide our bloody time.

CLYDE:Supposed to escape silently through your brainless meat stick of a friend’s portal.

CLYDE:But now we can’t be so silent.

CLYDE:So dumb as to contact anybody through a ouija board, you truly do deserve everything I’m about to do to you.

PIP:(Nice to see you, old friend.)

PIP:(Sorry to see our reunion couldn’t have been under better circumstances.)

THOMAS: Y-you know, we really don’t need to do this…

THOMAS: W-we… I mean we could–

GREGORY:Thomas, I’ve toldyou.

GREGORY:Keep your input to yourself.

GREGORY: These issues are much greater than your feelings.

TOKEN:D-dude…

TOKEN: Whoever you are…

TOKEN:We’renothere to hurt you guys.

TOKEN:We… we were high, did some stupid stuff, and forgot about it the next day.

CLYDE:Oh yes, you’d think that ignorant, wouldn’t you.

CLYDE:You shredded bits of bloodied placenta have no clue the sorts of things you lot have done, have you?

CLYDE:Maybe not to me, but it really just gives me a reason for all of the things I’d like to do to you. Not that I’d hesitate either way.

GREGORY: Then would you just get on with it already, Estella?

CLYDE:Impatient scrotal sac of a decrepit old man.

CLYDE:[sigh]

CLYDE:I suppose I’ve dwelled within this grotesque husk long enough…

TOKEN: Wait, what are…

TOKEN: What’s happening–

GREGORY:I didn’t even know you’d gone off and squealed so soon.

GREGORY: Here I thought I really wouldn’t have to hurt any of you…

TOKEN:You–

CRAIG:You guys killed Jimmy!

KYLE:Theywhat?!

GREGORY:I told you, that was a miscalculation.

TOKEN:D… Damien told me we all deserved it!

GREGORY: Well, maybe you do, seeing what you’ve done.

CRAIG:Whatwe’vedone?!

STAN: Get your head out of your ass, Gregory!

KYLE:Oh my god what is coming out of Clyde’s back.

CARTMAN:Grody,what the fuck.

GREGORY:Oh, I’ll tell you who’s coming out–

ESTELLA:No, you won’t.

STAN: What the hell did you do, Craig?!

STAN:Why are there demons chasing us!

CRAIG:They came from the ouija board, I don’t know, man!

STAN:How do you not know?!

STAN:It’syourfault I almost fucking died back there, asshole!

KYLE:Hewas getting choked out pretty hard, dude.

CRAIG: Hey I savedyou!!!

CRAIG: Stop pinning this all on me!

STAN:You’re the one who kept playing with the ouija board after we left!

STAN: What were youthinking?!

CRAIG:I WASN’T THINKING, I WAS HIGH.

CRAIG:WE ALL WERE!

CRAIG:You were the one who said it was all bullshit anyways, don’t try and act like you ~knew~ this would happen!

STAN: You let a revenge-hungrymaniacout!

CRAIG: Oh yeah? Why does he wantyou so bad, huh?

CRAIG: Answer methat!

STAN:That’snone of your business–

KENNY: Oh my god can you guys PLEASE stop fighting.

KENNY:The guy flipped a car over and almost killed Stan, and you’re arguing about who’s more at fault?

CLYDE:Do you think we lost them bro???

TOKEN: I don’t know…

TOKEN:I mean he wrecked my whole car, I cant imagine whatelsehe could do.

CLYDE:I really want these guys to stop chasing us around, I’m not like some… some olympic runner or anything!

TOKEN: I… Ithink we’re safe…

TOKEN: Guys, I think we’re okay…

CLYDE:Ohthank god…buhhhhghghubuuuuu…

KYLE:What do we do now–

TOKEN:OH WAIT NO NO WE’RE NOT WE’RE NOT OKAY NO NONONO–

CLYDE:AAAAABBGFHFHDBFDGHBGFHDBBBUUUUUUUUUHHBHB

GREGORY:YOU ALL THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH THE PROBLEMS YOU’VE MADE?

CARTMAN:YES!

GREGORY:YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET EVER FORGETTING ME.

CRAIG:Dude where the hell are we running, we’re not gonna get away from this guy!

KYLE:Jesus, is that the bridge up ahead already?

KYLE:How fast have we been running?

CRAIG:M-maybe if we cross it he won’t be able to pass!

STAN:That’sso fucking stupid dude, what makes you say that?!

CRAIG:I DONT KNOW STAN, WE’RE ALL KIND OF ABOUT TO BE CRUSHED TO DEATH BY A BRITISH GUY WITH TENTACLE HANDS, EXCUSE ME FOR NOT MAKING MUCH SENSE–

KENNY:W-wait– who’s that on the other side of the bridge?

STAN:W…

STAN: Why does…

STAN:That looks like…

CRAIG: Oh no… not him…

PIP: ᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏ

STAN: Dude what the hell is going on, what did you do?!

CRAIG:IsaidIdon’t know– I… I

PIP:Ohlovely, it’s enough for a whole tea party now!

PIP:And there’s more of my old friends here, too!

STAN: ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ

PIP:How splendid!

PIP:The only one we’re missing now is…

PIP:YES.

TOKEN:E-Estella???

STAN:STOP MAKING UP WORDS, STUPID!

CRAIG:C–

CRAIG: Come on let’s just book it past Pip!–

TOKEN: W… wait–

TOKEN:Clyde…?

TOKEN: …Clyde… what’s wrong with your eyes…?

CRAIG: …C-come on… we need to–

CLYDE:Oh…

CLYDE: Will you shut up for a second, you garnish of a cow’s excrement.

TOKEN:C

TOKEN:Cow’s excrement?

CLYDE:It took him long enough…

CLYDE:I’m beginning to hate the stench of hair gel and wotsits…

CLYDE:Not that I ever enjoyed it all before, anyways…

STAN:Dudewhat are you going on about.

CLYDE:But as I’ve always done, I put up with the wretched stench of another deformed monkey’s scrotum that calls himself a man.

CLYDE: And now there’s six more to deal with.

South park art dump :) || my insta is vipercave! (click for better quality)

Here’s my animatic enjoy! It’s clyde’s unrequited love

My boys being happy c: