Oneshot book 3..... Jesus Christ.

Sequel to something never released (Stylenny, South Park.)

I wrote a story about the boys going dimension hopping..... but I never uploaded it and deleted it. However I decided to make a sequel to it.... which kinda feels really bullshitty but I might make the dimension hopping one..... someday. And yes I used this opportunity to make up a few dimension I did not plan originally because HOW WOULD YOU KNOW
Warning: Cursing.
Ages: 16.
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Stan's PoV.

"Son. Are you doing drugs by any chance?"

I look up to my dad in utter confusion.

"No?"

"What the hell else could you be doing so often?"

"Dad..... are you drunk?"

"You never respect us!"

"Now you're just mixing me with Shelly."

"You ungrateful piece of shit!"

"Dad..... you do realise I have a job I actively do, right? Like, oh I don't know, every fucking day like all the proper and able Americans."

"You ungrateful bastard!"

I sigh.

"Dad, go to bed."

"Don't you get so snarky with me!"

"Bye."

"Where the hell are you going?"

"To Kyle's, we're all there, the whole workgroup."

"Don't you lie to me!"

"Dad, i'm starting to suspect you're the one whose high. MOM! DAD'S HIGH IN MY ROOM AGAIN!"

"RANDY FOR FUCKS SAKE!"

I leave my room with my coat and phone, getting out the door with a final statement directed to my mom,

"Don't expect me too early, we have to sort out the spending program for the next few months or we're in issues. Also, we have to make a clear earnings listing and—."

"My son is all grown up."

I roll my eyes.

"Bye mom!"

"Bye!"

I step out of the house, laughing as soon as the door is closed.

"Is your dad high again?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah; sorry for the wait."

"What wait?"

"You said you were gonna be here half four. It's ten past five."

"Oh don't worry about it!"

"Are you cold?"

"No, not really."

We start walking towards Kyle's.

"So I started doing math—."