Title: A Lifetime of Style
Disclaimer: I do not "own" South Park or any of its characters. The lucky bastards Trey Parker and Matt Stone do, however. I only own this plot idea.
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Chapter 1: Super Best Friends
"Thanks for saving me, Stan. You're my super best friend!" Kyle says, eternally grateful that his best friend since preschool saved him from the David Blaine cult.
"You're my super best friend too, Kyle!" Stan says, patting Kyle on the shoulder.
"Aww, that's so sweet, you guys! You wanna go get a room so you can make out for a while? Heh heh heh," Cartman asks with a douchebag laugh. The boys kick him in the balls repeatedly.
Even though Cartman's been teasing Stan and Kyle about their deep friendship for years, his little jab earlier seemed to bother them as they journeyed home.
"Hey Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"When you called me your super best friend, what did you mean by that?"
"Is Cartman's joke bothering you?" Kyle asked as the two best friends sat on Stan's front doorstep.
"No, I'm just curious. How do you define a super best friend?"
"Well, Stan, when I called you my super best friend, I meant that I consider you my most special friend and the most important person of my life, to the exclusion of all others. Not only can we count on each other to hang out and tell each other everything, but I view you as a person who I hope never leaves me or never lets anything or anyone come between us, not even death."
"Well, Kyle, if that's what you view it as, then you're my super best friend too." The boys smile at each other, until Stan asks "Want to come inside and play some Guitar Hero?"
"You bet! I'll kick your ass this time!"
Stan shook his head. "Kyle, dude, you say that every time…" he said as the two boys went into the house to play the famous guitar game.
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