I still Love You - South Park Post COVID [Style]

Chapter 13

Stan

There was only one thing Kyle and I could think of doing in that moment. We called Tolkien and put him on speaker phone, utterly disappointed at the situation we were facing.

"Yeah?"

"Hey Tolkien, it's Stan and Kyle." I spoke, holding the phone between me and Kyle. "We just left the asylum. Um- there's a lot of shit you need to know."

"What?"

"There's more. Victor Chaos, isnt who we think. He's really Butters."

"Victor Chouce is actually Butters?"

"Yeah, he spent years in his room and made billions trading in NFTs. It's where Kenny got all his money."

"Well, can you bring him here? We need him to access the machines."

"He's gone. He escaped the asylum and he's out somewhere probably trying to get people to invest in NFTs."

Clyde's voice could be heard through the speakers, "Did you try looking at his old house? Maybe he'd go back to where it all started."

Kyle grabbed hold of the phone in my hand, talking into the speakers while leaning into my side.

"Yeah, that's where we are now. But his house has been changed into a pho shop."

"Oh, Jesus. Like the future needs another fucking pho shop." Jimmy complained.

"Yeah, the future fucking sucks." I agreed.

"Hello?" The pho shop worker attempted to get our attention, waving his hands and talking dramatically sarcastic. "City Pho. Take your order please." I'm assuming he didn't like us standing on his property when we had no intention of ordering.

"Oh, God."

"Stan, listen.
If Butters wants to pitch investments, he might go to one of those co-working coffee flex spaces. That's where his biggest targets will hang out."

"That's a good idea." Kyle smiled to me, still leaning his weight into my sides and holding my hand over the phone.

"All right, we're on it. Come on, dude!"

I hung up with Tolkien, and immediately ran to my car while holding Kyle's hand.

"Alexa, find the nearest co-working coffee flex space."

Kyle instinctively sat in the backseat, the doors closing automatically behind us. We were both shocked to find two Alexas in the opposite seats from us.

"I found several coffee shops that match your description." My Alexa replied, a mechanic smile plastered to her face.

"I can also help with that." The other one piped from the back seat.

Me and Kyle stared wide-eyed at the two robots in the car, dumbfounded and not knowing what to think.

"Who-who the fuck is this?"