A/N: This is a random story I concocted with very few hours of sleep; this explains it all

"Rawrrr!" screamed Kyle Broflovski as his hand transformed into what appeared to be a brontosaurus.

His best friend, Stan Marsh, soon countered this action by causing his hand to transform into a triceratops. This then became a battle so epic that it raged on for over thirty minutes. Soon Stan's triceratops was about to dominate Kyle's brontosaurus until he then learned that Kyle's brontosaurus actually had the capability of transformation and became a tyrannosaurus rex.

"Dude, you can't do that," complained Stan. "It's so against the rules."

"No, it's not Stan. There were established when this started, so therefore there are no rules." Kyle replied arrogantly.

"Fine then I can do this."

Soon Stan's hands transformed into two raptors shaped as two claws. They soon attacked Kyle's tyrannosaurus rex, but with no avail.

"Didn't you see Jurassic Park?" asked Kyle

"Of course I did. It's only one of the best movies ever made."

"Ok then answer this," Kyle paused. "Who won in that movie, the raptors or the tyrannosaurus rex?"

"Tyrannosaurus rex." Stan muttered.

"Exactly, I win!"

Little did the boys know that they were actually being watched from the Marsh's kitchen by no other than Randy Marsh. He left the kitchen to go into the living room where his wife, Sharon, was seated.

"Uh, Sharon the boys are playing dinosaurs on the kitchen counter." Randy informed his wife as he seated himself on the couch.

"You mean with toys?" she asked.

"No, with their hands. At least if it were with toys it would be a little more normal."

While the elder Marshes were seated and watching television the dinosaur battles raged on. New dinosaurs such as a pterodactyl and that duck-billed one were introduced. The dinosaurs fought valiantly into the night, but no winner had yet to be established yet, due to the fact most of them transformed and had super awesome powers. The battle soon ended due to a caffeine crash and it ended in a draw.

"Dude, don't you think we're too old to still be doing this shit?" Kyle asked Stan.

"No way dude. We're only 19 and Super Best Friends can be as immature as they want to be together."

"Ok, I'm glad I'm not the only one who see it that way. I'm glad you're my Super Best Friend, Stan."

"Me too, Kyle."

This tale concludes with the two Super Best Friends giving each other hugs and soon after falling asleep and having dreams of dinosaur fights.

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