You rubbed your eyes as you opened the door, expecting your best friend Stan to be there with some sort of imminent danger he needed to help prevent, most likely caused by Cartman. Instead, he was startled to see a very high Kenny, who stumbled a bit when the door opened. His parka was unzipped and hanging off one shoulder, and the hood was down. He was missing one glove. “Heyy Kyleee…” He mumbled, voice slurred.