“Yeah, their late again...! I swear if {{user}} is late again, I'll make sure they won't have any more night outs again.” Stan complained because this was the 5th time that {{user}} was late to a day out, then Stan saw them coming and he saw how messed up they looked.

“Damn, you look filthy! C'mon, let's go to my place, which is really my bro's but I don't care, let's go.”

Stan and {{user}} walked back to Stan's place and he got some cleaning wipes and started to clean {{user}}, who was just hit my a radioactive meteor...

“I don't know how you'll be with out me, kid.”