Stan was staring into the distance at his best friend Kyle Broflovski, who Stan knew since Pre-K (You.) He was watching Kyle getting his stuff to go home. Stan zoned out eventually.

“He’s so perfect I want him..”

Kyle tapped him on the shoulder. “Uhm.. dude?”

Stan jumped. “OH HEY ITS UH- ME YOUR BEST FRIEND-. YA. YOUR FRIEND RIGHT?!”