-7 years later-

"Hey Kenny," Stan greeted me.

I tried hard not to laugh at what he was wearing. For the past week, Wendy had been making him dress in what she called a "couple's outfit". In other words, he had to wear something that looked like what Wendy was wearing.

Today's wardrobe was a pink T-shirt with light blue jeans. Anyone who didn't know the reason behind his clothes would probably assume he was gay.

"Hey, Stan," I returned, "What's up with the—"

"Fucking Wendy," he said exasperated. "Where the hell did she get the idea we need to dress the same? I swear she does these things just to piss me off."

"Maybe if you weren't so whipped, you wouldn't have to do dumb stuff like that."

Well, I know who said that.

"Shut up, Cartman," Stan said, agitated. "At least I didn't get sent to exercise camp over the summer like you, fat ass!"

Yeah, that's right. Cartman was officially on a diet. But hey, when your blood pressure is that of an old man using Viagra at age 16, you'd be put on a diet too.

"Hey!" Cartman yelled, "My doctor says I'm at a healthy level now!"

"Healthy for a dairy cow," I couldn't help but join in.

"Screw you guys, I'm going home."

"Asshole," Stan muttered.

"Stan! Kenny!" a voice called out.

We were sitting in the South Park city park doing our homework from the first week of school when a familiar voice called out to us.

"Kyle!" Stan exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

"We're moving back to South Park!"

Kyle and the rest of the Broflovskis had moved back to New Jersey in the fifth grade so that they could be with their elderly grandparents.

Kyle looked different from when I last saw him. He had his red hair cropped short and he was tanner. His clothes were Jersey style, but that made sense seeing as Kyle was a WereJersey. Clever name, right? I came up with that one myself.

"Why did you leave New Jersey?" I asked.

"My grandpa died of a heart attack and my grandma died not too long afterwards."

"Dude, I'm sorry," Stan said.

"Yeah, but they're in a better place now and, hey, I get to come back here," he said thoughtfully.

"Well we're glad your back," I told him.

"Jeez you guys look different. Kenny, you actually don't have a hoodie over your face and Stan, well, uh…"

"Wendy."

"Oh, I see."

"Well if it isn't the Jew!"

Damn it, Cartman!

"I'd ask what brings you back, but that would make it seem like I care."

"Well I definitely didn't come back here to see you, fat ass!"

"Ginger!"

"Dumb shit!"

"Jersey!"

"Asshole!"

"Hey! Shut up already!"

"Ike?" Stan said, surprised.

The Canadian walked up to us with his hands over his ears.

"Yeah and I can hear those two bitching at each other from across the park."

"Shut up, Ike!" Kyle said, "This fat ass started it."

"Yeah, well suck my balls, Kyle."

"Wow, it's been seven years and you've still got the same insults? Pathetic."

"Shut up, Jew!"

"Hey! Both of you shut up!" Ike screamed.

"Come one, you two," Stan said, pulling Kyle away while I grabbed Cartman's shirt and dragged him away, "Let's cool down a bit."

"Fuck you, Kenny," Cartman complained.