Friends?

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Wendy's eyes widened as she saw Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, and Butters sitting at a table. Stan and Kyle were watching as Cartman scarfed down three dishes of food, Kenny was trying to take some of Cartman's food to no avail, and Butters was just eating his chicken. Pretty usual for the five boys.

"Oh, heya girls!" Butters said, turning from his chicken and brocoli. He smiled sweetly at them, and Cartman turned around to stare them down.

"Hey, lesbos!" Cartman sneered. "Sorry Stan." Stan stared him down, and Wendy scoffed.

"You fatass, you closeted homosexual." Stan said, with fierce protectiveness over his girlfriend. "That's my girlfriend, she's not a lesbian."

"EY! I'm not fat." Cartman replied, taking some more shrimp and shoving it down his nasty mouth. Wendy once touched those lips with her own, and hates herself for it even more everyday.

"Sure." Kyle said, turning to his rice and sauce. He slowly ate some, trying not to be like Cartman.

"Ey, jew." Cartman said, staring at him. Kyle sighed and ignored him, tired of his bullshit. Stan stole some of his rice, as he forgot to order some.

"Hi, Butters." Wendy said, feeling bad for him. He is clueless to everything. 

"Hey, Wendy! Sorry my friend called you a lesbo!" Wendy sighed and sat at a table near them, and Bebe sat across from them. She would like to sit with Stan, as he's the only sensible man she knows, but whatever.

"Ugh, men." Bebe said, opening her lip gloss. She reapplied. 

"I know. I can't believe them." Wendy said. She watched as Mr. Lu Kim walked to their table, and she smiled at him.

"Hello, girls! What could I get you?" He said, with his heavy Chinese accent. They've been here so many times they knew what to get.

"Hi, Mr. Lu Kim! Could I get the City Broccoli Chicken and Rice?" Bebe asked sweetly, and he wrote it down on his pad. She turned to Wendy.

"Can I get City Beef with rice? Oh, could we also get scallion pancakes and extra duck sauce?" Wendy asked, looking through the menu on her phone. Mr. Lu Kim nodded, wrote the order on his pad, and walked away to the kitchen.

Mr. Lu Kim brought them some water, and they took sips. Bebe asked him for an iced tea, and Wendy asked for some too. They decided to eavesdrop on the boy's conversation. 

"Dude, why do you eat so much?" Kyle asked Cartman, poking at his own food. Watching Cartman eat makes your appetite disappear. 

"Man's gotta eat." Cartman said, inbetween chews. His eating sounds were so loud and over exaggerated, you'd think he was faking them. But in reality, this is how he ate. It's gross.

"Yeah, but not like that!" Stan replied, disgusted by his 'friend's' eating habits. 

"Fellas, I don't think it's that bad..." Butters said, defend Cartman. Bless his soul.

"That's because you suck up to him, Butters." Stan said, and Wendy shook her head. Bebe smiled, and saw the owner of the restaurant come to their table with their tea and scallion pancakes. 

"Your food will be ready soon." He said, placing everything down. They said thank you and watched him leave. Wendy took a scallion pancake and bit into it, Bebe following. Wendy smiled at the taste, she loved the food.

"What a sweet man, he really is nice." Bebe said, smiling. Wendy agreed and they went back to listening to the boy's bickering. They really didn't mature from fourth grade.

"Oh, you know what Stan? We should have a picnic on your weed farm!" Kyle said, looking over at Stan. Stan groaned. From what the girls knew, Stan fucking hated the farm, and his father. He was sick of all of the weed his dad smokes. He encouraged people to steal product from it.