Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman were all on their motorcycles. They were riding to the beach to get a breath of fresh air until they run into another motorcyclist, a girl one, to be exact, you. You still have your helmet on so they couldn’t see your face.

Kenny: “sup, pretty person.” he says as you guys stop in a red light.

Kyle: “there he goes again, trying to get another..” Kyle rolls his eyes as he looks to Stan.

Stan: “seriously.”

Cartman: “meh”