#token black
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.
TWEEK:Guys– guys, I’msosorry for what happened back there, seriously.
TWEEK:Hhhhoh my god I never wanted it to get like this, even though I knew it would I just knew it, none of them canever just let things be normal, or– or simple,or–
KENNY: Dude… shut up.
CRAIG:Give us a fucking second to breath.
CRAIG:Holy shit.
KENNY:Hey wait… isn’t this that new kid?
TOKEN: Y-yeah– yeah…
KENNY:Why can’t we ever have anything normalhappen in this town…
TWEEK: Seriously, I’m so sorry– it wasnever meant to–
CRAIG:Dude, shut up!
CRAIG:Since the moment you came around,everything’s been fucked up.
CRAIG: I can’t even thinkstraight without hearing some bullshit voices, or seeing one of my friends die!
CRAIG:You let Thomas… I…
KENNY:Are you gonna be okay, Craig?
CRAIG:Fuckno I’m not gonna be okay!
TWEEK: Hhhghhg– We– we’re all okay! Everything’s safe now, they’re not gonna follow us–
TOKEN: Tweek, it doesn’t matter if you pushed us to safety, you lied to us!
TOKEN:You told us, right to our faces– like on several occasions– that you weren’t a demon!
TWEEK:I’mnota demon!
CRAIG: Oh yeah, that’s real convincing, buddy.
TWEEK:I swear it! I’m just an imp!
TOKEN: Dude, what are you even talking about?
TOKEN: You have the horns and the wings and stuff!
TWEEK:Trust me, a demon is a totally different thing, I promise you! GHhghgh–
CRAIG: What are you even talking about?
TWEEK:W-well, for starters, demons don’t have legs like mine.
TWEEK: And being a demon is anearnedstatus, man.
TWEEK:You either gotta fall from heaven, or do something really, really fucked up in hell to earn that title.
TWEEK:I have nothing to do with any of you guys, I– I barely know any of you!
KENNY:Then why are you here?
TWEEK:Because fucking GregoryandPip and all of those assholes wanted to get back up to the surface and do whatever the hell it is they’ve always wanted to do– I don’t know, man!
TWEEK: They’ve talked to me for years about what they’d do the moment they could get back onto the overworld.
TWEEK: Pip is just going off the god damn wall or something, he wasn’t even originally planning to do everything he’s done, I have no clue why he’s doing any of this, he’s never been like this before, and I– I– hfhhjfhHGHJFHghhjgh…
TWEEK:But Gregory, Estella, and Thomas, specifically… they’ve always had a reasonto come back up here the moment I knew them.
TWEEK: Thomas is, like… he’s good. He’s way too nice. He just wanted to get back to the surface for you guys, apparently.
TWEEK:So of coursehedies. Ofcoursehe does.
TWEEK: L-like, he’ll be back, sure, but man… he did not deserve that shit, man…
TWEEK: And Estella is freaking the fuck outjustbecause shewants to, I don’t even think she’s ever said a word about any of you. Do you guys even know her???
TWEEK:Ugh– it doesn’t matter.
STAN:Hey, I have a question???
STAN: I have a fucking question hello???????
TWEEK:Wh-what…?
STAN:Why the hell is Gregory a demon?
STAN:He disappeared when he was like eleven, what could he have possiblydone that was so bad that he turned into a demon.
STAN:And youcannot convince me that asshole went to heaven.
STAN: No way he did.
CARTMAN: I always hated that guy…
STAN:Yeah exactly he’s an asshole, nobody likes him, see?
TWEEK: Trust me, I know.
TWEEK:He’s not a demon either, though.
TWEEK: None of anybody you’re dealing with are demons.
STAN:Well then what about all the horns and–
TWEEK:Look, hell is a fucked up place.
TWEEK: And I don’t mean, like, it’s awful and horrible and hellfire rains from the skies–
TWEEK:That shit endedyearsago.
TWEEK:This new hell, under the son of Satan’s reign, is so… messed up,man.
TWEEK:Everything’s so… nice. And uncontrolled. And there’s palm trees,and–
TWEEK: Man Idon’tunderstand it.
STAN:Then what’s the issue???
TWEEK: There’s nobody around punishing the unforgiven anymore, that’s the problem!
TWEEK: When the hellbound don’t get punished, their emotions fester.
TWEEK: They have time to sit there and think about everything that’s gone wrong in their life, and there’s nothing there to stop their souls from getting superfucking warped.
TWEEK: Gregory’s been so pissed off for like, years. I’ve known him for like, a few years but I can tell he’sstillnot over what happened to him.
TWEEK: He goes on and on about you, man.
TWEEK:You.
TWEEK: And like, bananas, for some reason…
STAN:…
STAN:Bananas,huh.
STAN:You’re trying to tell me that you’re a good guy, and that Gregory is pissed off at me and bananas.
TWEEK: I barely listen to him so I don’t know the whole story, but…
TWEEK: He’s pissed off at you, and he’s here to getyou.
TWEEK: I don’t know what the fuck you did man.
STAN:This is stupid.
CRAIG: Yeah, you’re still from hell!
CRAIG: You’re still fucking up all our lives.
TWEEK:RRRGH–I’mnot trying to fuck up your lives, I’m trying to stop Gregory and his stupid friends from doing anything to you guys!
STAN:Wow, great job so far, you’re like a guardian angel.
STAN:You just stood outside my house while I got choked, dude!
TOKEN: Why do you care so much about us?
TWEEK:Dumb reasons man–
TWEEK:Just–
TWEEK:Look, let me take you guys somewhere safe. Or– or like. Tell you how to protect yourselves.
STAN:Why should we take advice from you?
TWEEK:Because you’ve been standing here for the last five minutes listening to my advice, you can stand another minute or two of it, holy shit.
TOKEN:Where can we even go that’s safe at all???
TWEEK:Like. Like…
TWEEK:[sigh]
TWEEK:I don’t know.
TWEEK: We’ll find you guys some place.
TWEEK: After we do, I need to get the hell out of here, because they can obviously track me, man…
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.
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