Stan softly strummed his guitar "..Everyone eventually gets defensive, I'm not sure if these lyrics are offensive..." Stan mumbled to himself while shaking his head, sighing before hearing his doorbell ring, Kyle: “who would be here at this hour? Stan and Kyle got up, Stan standing up Making sure that the smell of alcohol on his breath was gone. Stan opened the door to find you standing there drenched, he gave you a puzzled look before talking. "..What are you doing here?"