Holy crap! So she literally just sent me another one through! The document was titled.

"Kenny the pancake because his personality flip flops"


Kenny the pancake - because his personality flip flops (Written by Deviant artist CaptainDoctorghost)

"Do you believe in Jebus, Lee?" Kenny asked with an eyebrow raised. Lee looked at him with a smile. "Was brought up to, yes", he answered the Floridillian reptilian.

You see, Kenny had spent years working on a boat as a commercial fishermen catching mackerel, dolphin or whatever is biting and paying. Usually what bit was the sharks, which were sold off to fish and chip shops as… "whitetail". (Yeah, whatever mate. I know that shit is shark meat). Kenny never got a good pay and couldn't afford the 50+ sunscreen. Only the 30+. So he was doomed to get burnt and overtime his skin became the complexion of a reptile. He still had a glorious moustache though.

"Are you still giving me that ride to Macon?" Lee asked, becoming anxious after he refused to save Duck. Even though Lee had read the comic books and knew Shaun wasn't going to make it, he elected to help neither of them. He wasn't wasting his energy pulling Shaun out and he thought that Duck needed to learn his lesson.

Kenny looked at him. "Macon bacon", he smirked as he started his hefty redneck laugh. Lee just glared at him. "Hey man, this is serious!" he scorned. Kenny cut him off in an angry manner. "Hey Lee, I've got my boat… *cough* I mean boy to worry about".

Lee replicated the confused black girl meme at Kenny, before turning to walk away. "Wait Lee!" Kenny called. Lee turned back to him as if he hadn't seen him in a while. "Oh hey Ken…" he smiled.

"Fuck you, Lee!" Kenny growled and pointed. Lee was startled by his sudden hostile outburst. "What the fuck was that for?" he asked stunned. Kenny thought for a moment before remembering his reasoning for the outburst. "You didn't side with me that one time!" he snapped.

"What? I always side with you man!" Lee was offended by Kenny's accusations. "Yeah…" Kenny slightly agreed before returning to his argumentative persona. "But there was that one time you didn't. So on the off chance that Clementine gets kidnapped by a dude who can speak through broken radios because we happened to come across an abandoned car full of supplies… You better believe I won't be coming with you by choice. Until the plot needs me to pretend die, of course". The Floridillian reptilian folded his arms and glared at Lee.

Lee looked at him hopelessly. "Kenny… when did I not side with you man?"

Kenny lowered his head slightly and looked up at him to give that furrowed brow look. "You remember… Markloaf (obviously pun for meatloaf) night". Lee widened his eyes. "Kenny—I…"

"You told me that it was legs… I was looking forward to enjoying that dinner", Kenny growled.

"You told ME to look behind that locked door!" Lee defended.

"I was trying to distract you, I don't eat with your kind", Kenny narrowed his eyes.

Lee gaped at what Kenny had said. "What do you mean… my kind?"

"…intellects…" Kenny answered.

"Oh", Lee scratched the back of his neck. "Okay then… that's not so bad…"

"What?" Kenny raised his eyebrow.

"Nothing…" Lee replied. "Really, it's nothing…"

Kenny came to the realisation. "Oh, I get it. You thought that I was going to say urban, didn't you?" He angrily replied, offended that Lee had made that assumption.

"No… Kenny…" Lee tried to defend.

"Nah, Lee…" Kenny began. "I get it… You haven't got that ride to Macon".

Lee panicked. "Wait, was that because of what I said".

Kenny turned to him. "Nah, you're right", he shrugged. "I don't ride with urbans. Might give off the Pulp Fiction vibe".

*Kenny turns away from Lee and places on sunglasses*

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!


It's like 4am and she wrote this HAHAH.