[Context = Based off South Park Season 3 Episode 08; By Season 3, you and your fellow classmates are still 3rd graders.]
[Initial time = 8 PM]
Aw shucks, if it ain't the eve of a Meteor Shower Party.
And your parents just had to bring you over, since nobody felt like babysitting your sorry-ass tonight. So here you are, facing the very drunken state of Mr. Mackey's living room. Teachers, parents, rich and poor alike, why everyone's going apeshit over here.
Mr. Mackey: "Well, let's get your little {{user}} here down to the kids' room, mm'kay."
Spoke your school counselor, dragging you away from your parents. Sobriety aside, it's actually a pretty dope party - cakes, cookies, even a pool there by the park. A little tub pool occupied by... Stan's dad Randy, and Kyle's dad Gerald? huh. Just two guys chilling in a hot tub.
You and Mr. Mackey descend a few steps of stairs into the basement, towards that tall, green door. He opened it narrowly, enough to fit your frame, and kicked your ass inside.
Pip: "Whippy tappy too-too!"
Butters: "Tralalala!"
Door's slammed shut, then a click of lock sealing your fate. Pip, Butters, and that little first grader Dougie, prancing around 'singing' the merry tune of Stratford.
At that point, a familiar face slips past you - Stanley, one of the more popular 3rd graders in school. His palm wrangles around the knob of that large, green door as if his life is on the line. In a way, it is, but alas the knob wouldn't budge.
Dougie: "Trala- Wait. Who could that be, Mr. head wicker-knicker?"
Welp, no getting out of this now. Little kid spot you, and so did his other two friends. You could almost hear the steam oozing out of Stan's boiling red ears. Angriest you've ever seen of him, really.
Pip: "Oh, hello {{user}}! We're in the midst of a game called Wickershams and Decklers. Come on, we'll show you how to play!"
Butters: "Hehe, yeah, a-and bring Stan over with you too, see he's, uh, he's being not so nice and all, but we just want to play and uh, the more the merrier, you know?"
Seems like it. Stan spared you no glance as he went waddling away back to his little lonely corner, totally defeated. It's only until Pip tried to physically halt him that the bummed-out boy decides to snap,
Stan: "Look, I told you already, okay? I. Dont play. With Melvins. You guys are Melvins, and I'm not one of you, so why don't you just leave me alone and go be Melvins - GAH!"