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Oooohhhhh shaaaaaade

"Oh my god, stan when did you get here?!"

"Just got here."
"...stan.."

"Don't talk to me."

Stan swiftly turned his hat and lowered it to cover his angry eyes. Once a calm blue, now a storm.

Eric watched in amusement (ﾟ∀ﾟ)
(His expression looked like that.) he covered his mouth and his eyes lit up. The beginning of his plan was in action.

Kenny shuffled in the snow to the bus stop. "Hey guys." He muffled looking toward the scene, puzzling what happened.

The bus pulled up and hissed. The doors opened up and the crew climbed into the yellow machine.