Clyde's Death

first and last chapter.

Clyde, Tolkien, Craig, Tweek, and like... Stans group + Butters, we're all sitting on Tolkien expensive new rug. They had just devoured a plate of cheese, Clyde and Eric had eaten the most. It was contest.

  Eventually Clyde raised his hand, "Clyde, we aren't in school, you don't have to raise your hand." Tolkien said, calmly pushing Clyde's hand down.
  Clyde made pouty face, and felt like bursting into tears for being told what to do, but he decided to suck it up. So he did.
  "I have to go to the bathroom." Clyde said, using his big boy manners as he slowly got up from the rug.

  "TMI, dude. No one needs to know." Kyle said, making a sour face. Clyde stuck his toe bye out at Kyle as he walked out the door in a stiff manner.
  Kyle crossed his arms and made a mad noise, he was weird okay.. no judge?

  Anyways, so uhm... Clyde-dude walked to the bathroom and sat down on the cold toilet seat. He sat there for a moment, thinking about how someone could die on a toilet. Thats when he remembered that his own MOTHER had died on a toilet- so now he was really curious.
  Now... he was standing up and lifted the toilet seat up, then sat down again. While he sat down he flushed the toilet. Now he was to meet the same demise as his mom had all those years ago.

  Meanwhile, an hour had passed and all the peeps in the other room were gettin' just a little bit worried about Clyde-dude... I mean, it had been a freaking HOUR now...
  "I check up on him," Tolkien said, getting up from his spot on the rug. His legs made popping sound as he got up and then he fell back down. "Aw- dude, I think my legs are broken." He said as he fell.

  They ended up all going, and Craig + Butters had to help Tolkien walk because.. legs! "Yo. Clyde, dude, you good in there?" Sta-brah asked, his voice showed little concern, but in the inside he was freaking out.
  "What if he's DEAD!!" Tweek screamed, as he began to scratch his hair out like a maniac cat. Craig couldn't calm him though, so he just stood there making whatever the heck a BORED NOISE is.
  "I hope he is." Kyel said, he was still a bit salty about the whole tongue thing that Clyde did to him.
  "Ay! Jew, that's not very nice. If he's not dead you should apologize!" Eric said, trying to sound like a nice person.
  He failed.

  "Shut up!" Stan said, he was gettin' a bit angy now...
  He walked over to Kyle and whispered something in his ear, Kyle only nodded then he said, "okay everyone, step back!"
  They all did as told, Kyle ran for the door, growling and making jersey noises that only he and other Jersey people could understand.
  He kicked down the door with minimal effort, and screeched when he saw Clyde DEAD. In the toilet.

  Suddenly Token felt better and ran to Clyde-dude's side. "NOOOO!!!" He yelled, howling at the toilet, which now angered him.
  "Token... stop grrrring," Stan said, his voice wavered. "He wouldn't grave wanted this for you, or any of us!" Butters joined in.
  No one payed attention to him though.

  Tolkien slept next to Clyde's dead body tag night, mourning the loss of his man. Or, well... man to be? It was complicated. But he loved him nonetheless.
  Now all of his friends left him because he slept with a decaying smelly body. And talked about how weird he was until one day, Tolkien, too, died. And now they live happily ever after with 45 dogs and 27 cats in whatever afterlife they passed on to.