"Well, that was fun. But let's continue."

"There's more?"

"I got 2 requests while writing that last one. This'll take a while."
"God damnit."

"Anywho, next we have Style. Requested by two guests."

"What's that?"
"Stan and Kyle."
"What? We're friends."

"Oh. You two are probably the ship that makes the most sense."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Go, go."

"Ok, so… what do we do?"
"I don't know dude. Wait. We should do nothing. Hopefully we won't have to be shoved in here again. With anyone else."

"Who do you think people ship us with?"
"I don't know, Stan. I didn't know people shipped us. Although you did confess your love to me when we were 10."

"Hey, I was drunk."

"Drunk actions, Sober thoughts."

"Shut up." Stan kicked his friend's leg "It's a different kind of love. I know you feel the same way."

"Heh, yeah yeah. So, who do you think people ship us with?"
"Well, obviously, I'm with Wendy."

"Well yeah, but I don't think it's that popular."
"What? Why not?"
"People don't really like canon ships. They like almost canon, or even never gonna happen but a gal can dream, but being real, kinda makes it boring. Like there's nothing really to add. They're together. There's already a first confession, the build up to the first kiss. It's not as fun."

"Well, Mr. I understand fans perfectly, but I didn't even know that they shipped me with my best friend. Who do you think you're shipped with?"
"I don't think many. Maybe Rebecca, and Bebe, from that one time. Even though I didn't like it."
"You think you're shipped with no one?"
"Yeah. Why? You think differently?"
"Dude, you are totally a classic ship with anyone."

"I am not."
"You know, I wouldn't be surprised that people ship with Cartman."
"You take that back."

"No, I believe it."
"No, no, no, no, no. No, Stan. It's not a thing."
"I don't know. Remember that time with Nichole."
"He did that because he thinks only black people can date other black people."

"But do you really think he'd go to such lengths."

"Well, maybe."
"I bet you 10 bucks you don't end up shoved in here with Cartman."

"Uh…"
"You don't wanna take the bet, because you know I'm right."

"Cartman HATES me. And I hate him."
"Then, it's a hate date."
"No. It's just hate."
"Oh come on. You like fighting with him."
"No."

"You feel weird…"

"NO."

"...If you go one day without proving him wrong."

"NO. NO!"

"I'm right."
"Fuck off, Marsh. I bet people ship you with that mormon kid."
"Gary? We only saw him that one time. Besides, so what? He's a nice kid."
"I bet you're shipped with Cartman."
"Maybe. But I doubt there's more of me than you."

"I will not go in this closet with Cartman. I forbid it."

A buzzer went off, and Stan stood up, while reaching his hand to help Kyle up. "Come on. Let's head out of here."

Kyle stood up, ignoring Stan's hand and stomped out of the closet.

"What happened in there?"

"Kahl, probably got rejected big time."
"That's not what happened."
"Um… heheh. Don't worry Kyle, I'll give you a break. For now. Though you do have a lot of requests."
"I was right."

"Shut up Stan."