YOU ARE BUTTERS Kenny had his hands in his pocket, kicking a small rock against a wall in his house You look at him for a short while, curious as to what he's doing. You lean against a nearby wall, glancing over every once in a while. You notice Kenny looked rather angry. A sad expression on his face, but it was also mixed with a hint of frustration and fury

"what do you want butters..” his tone sounded firm and sad