Disclaimer: Don't own because if I did, even more gay would be sprinkled into the series.

Notes: Another guest appearance by Token and some more Kenny and Stan shenanigans. Also, the credit of the brilliant lines of Stan go to my own brilliantly hilarious Stan via twitter, as per usual. She knows who she is, and I'll always be so fucking grateful.

34. Inner Soul [Kenny, Token]

"C'mon, dude. Say it."

"No. I refuse."

"C'monnnnnnn, Black Thunder~ Say it~"

"No. And don't call me that horrible nickname."

"Duuuuude. Y'know ya wanna. Jus' let it out. Listen to yer soul. 's cryin' out 'Toooooooken. Toooooken~ Say it~ and don't be a douche and insult Kenny's wiiiiiiiitttt~"

"Stop poking me. No. I won't degrade myself like that. It's embarrassing."

"Token. Man."

"..........Fine, fine. If only to shut you up. Sigh. Ahem. 'Where all the white women at?"

"Ahahahahahahahaha priceless! Oh fuck. No, now, put this cowboy outfit on an' say it...Token? OH COME ON!"

35. Stanley and Kenny's Scottish Adventure [Kenny, Stan]

"So, I think the blue'll really bring out yer eyes."

"Kenny...Why do you have kilts? Multiple kilts. At that."

"....'S my heritage. S'why."

"Kenny. You. Are. Irish. I'm the Scottish one!"

" 'M sure I have some Scottish in me somewhere. 'Sides, this is yer chance ta really bond with yer heritage, man."

"Dude. You are not going to make me go out in this."

"Mayyyyybe not, but we could have a good ol' time indoors, spendin' some time allllll ta ourselves."

"You're going to make me wear this in public, aren't you."

"Yes, yes I am."

"Dammit Kenny. Oohhh no, wipe that smirk off your face. I am not going commando."

"Dude, ya haveta. 'S tradition."

"I...No. Nononononono. It's...its a bad idea, dude."

"S' tradition. Dude. Dun disrespect my ancestors with yer pussyfooted 'tude. Not cool."

"Your ance- Look. Let's call this what it is. You don't give a shit about tradition. You just want to get me into a skirt. Without underwear. With you. In. Public."

"Ya may be right, Stanley, but the fact of the matter is: Don't be an asshole an' drop yer fuckin' panties."

"Aaaagh...well, maybe- NO. If you want me out of these you are going to have to wrestle me out of them. I will put up a fight."

"Fine , Stanley. Ya leave me NO. CHOICE. Ya asked fer it ya fuckin' butt plug."

36. Kenny's Thoughts on Tradition (In Stereo) [Kenny, Stan]

"Kenny, If I have to wear this goddamn thing, I am going to wear undies!"

"Dude. Like I said. Tradition."

"No it's not! You just want to molest me with less layers of clothing on for you to bypass!"

"Stan. Stop dissin' my heritage."

"YOU ARE NOT EVEN SCOTTISH! IT'S MY HERITAGE!"

" 'M sure there's some Scottish up in there. My family's bound ta have slept 'round. Yanno. 'M sure some illegit babiess popped out at some point. Some poor Scottish bastard probably stumbled here after the potato famine- Oh wait, that's Irish again. Whatever. I don't fuckin' know about the culture. All I know is: Yer gonna feel the wind in yer pubes. And yer gonna enjoy it. Now shut up and drop yer fuckin' panties."

37. Crotch Caper [Kenny, Stan]

"Kenny. Really. We're in public."

"So? 'S not like they've never seen my dick in all it's glory while I've streaked naked through the streets, drunk or high off cat piss. Or both."

"That's true...Still, you should be more careful..."

"Speakin' of which: ya might not wanna sit like that, dude."

"WOW. NICE OF YOU TO TELL ME. HOW LONG AS IT BEEN LIKE THAT."

"Well, I'll assume 's been twisted that way all yer life, but who am I ta judge?"

"KENNY."

"Okay, jeez! I'd say get yer panties untwisted but seein' as yer not wearin' 'em...no need to gesture at me, 's only been bout fifteen minutes, give or take. Unless ya weren't talkin' bout the time..."

I WAS. So. You're saying. Everyone we've seen in the past fifteen minutes. Has seen my junk."

"Mnm, basically. Dun worry, man. 'M sure they'll forget seein' you in all yer glory....hotrod. Pfffftt..."

"This is really not the time for that nickname. Approximately twenty two people saw my dick....Awesome."

"Didja count me in that? Cuz I've been starin' fer at least ten minutes, ya were none the wiser."

"Not. Helping. Kenny."

" 'M jus' sayin'. Now ya know what it's like ta be a chick in a whore-ishly short skirt with her panties stickin' out. Congrats, dude. Makin' progress."

"More like now I know how it feels like to be...suicidal."

"Aww, Stan. It's not that deep, dude. Chillax. Yanno how this town is. They'll forget with the next crisis."

"This town. Is small. Which means everyone. Is going. To hear. About my crotch caper."

"....Pfffft Crotch caper, s' a good one!....Anyway, even if they hear 'bout it, it'll be yesterday's news sooner or later. Chillax."

"Fine.....And close your legs. People are staring."

"Hmmmm? Does my shlong offend you, Stanley?"

"Wh-wha- No. But you're...we're out. There are people. STARING."

"So? Let 'em. Again, not like the majority ain't never seen my dick."

"I just....we're the table of flashers now. You realize this. A couple of flashers. Okay Look. This is embarrassing for me. Not to mention distracting..."

"Dude. I've always been labeled a flasher. I dun give a fuck. It's my body....ya like the show, eh?"

"Yes. I do. Like the show. But right now we. Are. In. Public. In. Skirts."

"Kilts. They are called Kilts, Stan. Tsk, see, this is why ya gotta learn more 'bour yer heritage."

"I know what they're called! Kenny....I really wish you would put your shlong away."

"I dun wanna- Colonel Bad Touch feels free out here. Don't you?"

"Oh god. Dude. Cut it out. This...is really...counterproductive to my attempt at not being completely humiliated. Again."

"Ain't nothin' wrong with a lil public masturbation. I suppose I could help you out. And not jus' myself."

"Nononononono. Ken. I draw the line there. I will let you do alot of things. I let you film me. Often. But this...No."

"Heh, yeah, often. So what do you suppose we do, Mr. Marsh?"

"Kenny. I'm serious. Don't."

"What. Do you. Suppose. We. Do?"

"I don't...shit...I'm knocking things over...I...elsewhere. Let's go elsewhere. Thought I was going to have to yell rape for a second there."

"Psh, its not rape if ya want it, babe. So where to?"

"Whatever. I don't care. Just. Somewhere. Not. Public."

"How 'bout we mosey on back ta yer place, set up a cam, hmm? How 'bout it, hotrod?"

"Yeah. That. Let's do that. Oh. Fuck. I'm going to have to stand up. Fuck."

"C'mon princess, up an at 'em. Whassa matter?"

"Don't be an asshole. Let's just get this walk of shame over with."

"After you, m'lady."

"I'm going, I'm going."

And then the two twins friends streaked the rest of the way to Stan's house. Kenny was so damn proud of Stan for not being a big goddamn prude. *sniff*