Multiple people, multiple ways

Swearing (3)

"Kyle! Butters! What the fuck are you doing here already?" I ask.

"I don't know, we just came here because Butters said so," Kyle says.

Kenny runs up to us from wherever he was.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, looking at both Kyle and Butters.

"Sorry, I thought we would come here," Butters says.

"It's fine. I'm just surprised," Kenny says.

Kyle looks like he is about to say something... only for someone to yell over him.

"Marsh! McCormick!"

Both of us turn to mr. Suckavittu. To be honest, I'm pretty sure it's said Suck a vittu, but he keeps insisting that the A is said like an I and that it's apparently said vitta, not vittu. To be honest, i'm not sure, but I'm just guessing that what he is saying is absolute bullshit. All the teachers agree with me anyway.

"The first game is soon. We have longer practice and because of a special case, we will have practice on Wednesday," he says.

"Ah fuck," Kenny lets out, clearly pissed.

"Hey, no worry. Butters? You're still coming on Wednesday. Right?" Kyle asks.

"I don't know, if I can," Butters says.

"Dad wanted me home on Wednesday. I might be getting grounded," he says.

"What about Friday? Come on, guys. That's the last day for baking. Or well, Saturday, but Butters and I won't be there, we have to set the party up," Kyle says.

"We can bake on Friday. If we need more, Stan and I will take care of it," Kenny says.

"Oh. You're going to the school party?" Mr. Suckavittu asks, interested.

"No. We have to basically work as a bakery," I say.

"Think about it positively," Butters says.

"What positive is there in having to go in at 6 am to school on a fucking Sunday?" Kenny asks.

"You don't have to be home?" Kyle tries.

"He's going to mine this weekend," I say.

"Dad said that you two can come as well," I say.

"Oh. Awesome," Butters says.

Kyle nods, looking at his clock.

"Are we going to mine or not?" He asks.

"Well... that was the idea," I say.

"Then we're in a hurry," Kyle says.

"Do you have to always burst the bubble?" Kenny asks.

"Always? Sorry that I'm fucking responsible, unlike you, you fucking asshole," Kyle says.

Kenny opens his mouth to say something.

"No! Don't you dare! You hurt me," Kyle says, trying to hold back a laugh.

He's obviously being overdramatic, he would never get hurt by something that Kenny says.