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Thank you and enjoy Chapter 10: City Wok =)

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"Just put me in wheelchair, get me on a plane," Stan sang as he walked along with his two other friends on the fluorescent-lit sidewalk leading to City Wok.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go insane," Kyle began to pull out his hair, in spirit with the lyrics insinuation.

"I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain," Kenny attempted to move his fingers before lightly slapping his head.

"Oh nooooooo, oh noooooooooooo!" the three dudes sang in unison, bursting out in laughter and smiles as they finally reached the glass door entrance with the words City Wok: Gourmet Chinese Cuisine etched on the middle of the door.

"Duuudddeee, we tight, we tight," Kenny nodded, making it clear that he was having a blast just chillin' with his homies, and this was before they were about to eat. He was the first one to enter the restaurant.

Mmmmmmmmm… dude, that smells soooooo good… Stan beamed in pleasantry as the aroma of that familiar Chinese cuisine began to seep into his senses, unintentionally smacking his lips, as he could taste the goodness that he would be endowing himself upon within a few minutes. He also noted that the interior of City Wok was actually very decent for a Chinese fast food eatery. Although the brightly lit menu that was affixed on the wall where the cashier area was and that you could also see the selection of food right in front of you with the glass enclosure and the heat lamps suspended over to keep the food warm, the dining area looked decently cozy. It was complete with wood-trimmed, dining-room style chairs and tables, plush crimson toned carpeting, faux-crystal chandeliers suspended overhead instead of dull fluorescent lighting, decorative Chinese wall fixtures, plants, and statues abound, and a plasma screen TV, currently tuned onto ESPN as highlights from the Lakers basketball game was being played on TV.

The three dudes were about to make their way to the cashier area to take their orders, until—

"Dude, Kyle…" Kenny halted the line as his oceanic eyes began to gaze onto a particular table where two patrons were dining.

"Kenny, what the he— ooohhh..." the redhead paused in mid-speech as his jade-toned eyes gazed upon a blonde-headed chick with frizzy hair parted to her left, dining with an older woman, presumably her mother, at a nearby table. The frizzy blonde sported on a rose-toned puff jacket with a grey scarf wrapped around her neck, black pants, and pink high-top Chucks.

"Uhhh… Kyle?" Stan waved his hand in front of the Broflovski's face to get his attention, but to no avail as he continued to ogle in the direction of the chick that was about their age.

Who is that anyways?

"That's Bebe Stevens over there," Stan somewhat jerked out of his brief musing as Kenny seemed to read his mind. "And the one with the huge racks is her mom, Mrs. Stevens."

Huge rack?

Stan averted his oceanic eyes to look at the older woman that sat across Bebe, widening in the process as his vision validated the designer-label-dressed woman's… er, rack.

Duuudddeee…

"Hahaha, dude, Kyle has like the biggest hard-on for Bebe right now," Kenny couldn't help but to put his perverted two-cents out there as he snickered.

"I can tell…" Stan joined in with the blonde's hilarious wheezing chortle, causing the redhead next to the pair to blush in crimson red.

"Dude!" Kyle elbowed the blonde on his side, earning a slight yip from the McCormick when that comment streamed into his mind. "Don't be saying stuff like that out loud and shit, especially when her mom's here as well."

"Alright dude! Chill the eff out, man…" Kenny raised his arms with a smirk still shining on his face. "I'm just sayin'… you're always talking about and stuff and how you wanna get some of that as—"

"DUDE!" Kyle's right green Chucks made its way to stomp onto Kenny's worn out slip-on Vans.

"OW! You mother fu—"

"Like, hi Kyle!" the McCormick desisted his profane tirade as the one called Bebe waved towards the three dudes, making her way especially close to the blushing redhead.

"Oh— er… um… hi Bebe. H— how are you d— doing it, er, I mean, today? How are you doing today?" Kyle's face was about to turn even darker than his hair as he stumbled through his speech in front of the frizzy blonde. He mentally cursed as he could hear Kenny trying to hush his wheezing laugh and Stan trying to stifle the chuckle that's been escaping his mouth.

"Like, just doin'… awesome," Bebe replied, her voice being reminiscent of a 1980's Valley Girl. She also noted the two other dudes behind the Broflovski and wanted to be sure she greeted everyone with Kyle. "Hi Kenny. And… uh… hi there…"

Dude… awkward… trying to say 'hi' like I'm in her group or something… Stan was able to keep a smile on his face out of politeness and common courtesy.

"Hey Bebe, what's up?" Kenny greeted right back, but not before he was able to put his right arm over the brunette's neck right next to him, getting the Marsh awfully closed to him until their bodies were practically flushed against each other. "Oh Bebe, this here is our new friend, Stttaaannnllleeeyyy Marsh. He just moved here from South Park, Colorado, a couple of days ago."

Fuck you, Kenny… Stan slightly grinded his teeth when the McCormick decided to mockingly use his "full first" name with such a tantalizing tone of voice. Damn him…

"Hi Stanley. Like, my name is Bebe Stevens. Welcome to San Diego!" the frizzy blonde offered a small wave for greetings, in which Stan politely waved back with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Bebe. And you can just call me Stan."

"Anyways, Kyle, like I have to tell you, like, the most un-godly thing happened to me at school today…" Bebe reverted her attention back to the redhead, who kept a smile of his own on his lips.

Awwww dude, is this gonna be a long story?

Stan held his stomach over his hand as it began to growl once again, though not as loud as when he was captured in a hug with Kenny earlier.

Oh yeah… I forgot about that…

The blue-eyed McCormick turned his gaze over to the brunette next to him, sensing that Stan was very hungry with the facial contortions that he made for a few seconds before transposing to a neutral smile of sorts. "Hey Kyle, Stan and I are gonna go ahead and order our food right now."

Kyle turned around and faced the blonde when he talked, with Bebe still taking across from him about her day. He nodded and mouthed an okay when Kenny tilted his head towards the side, noting that Stan really wanted to get his meal for now.

"Leeesssgggooo, Stan," Kenny motioned Stan to go with him to the cashier area to order their food.

"Right," the Marsh did not need to be told twice and followed the blonde from behind, the smirk beginning to increase as the savoury aroma of what appeared to be orange chicken and chow mein penetrated his nasal senses. Once again, he inadvertently smacked his lips in the process.

"Dude, I would recommend having the shitty, er, I mean the City Orange Chicken. That shit is uberlicious, no joke," Kenny said offhandedly as he looked at the picture menu affixed on the wall.

"Uh… shitty?" Stan raised an eyebrow as he caught the first part of the Kenny's description of the food item, needing to know if he'd meant that as an adjective or a noun.

"You'll find out what I mean…" the McCormick clicked his tongue.

"Welcome to Shitty Wok, home of the shitty beef and chicken. What can I get fo' yo today?" Both dudes suddenly diverted their attention to the middle-aged man of Asian descent who was now behind the cash register. He had black-coated hair with a few strands of grey and a bald sport on top that he tried to conceal by parting some of his side hair over the exposed scalp. The man was wearing an orange-toned vest with a white dress shirt under it and a matching bow tie. He was none other than the City Wok's owner and Rancho Bernardo's own, Mr. Tuong Lu Kim.

Kenny looked right back at Stan, who was trying his utmost hardest to hold down a major laugh due to Mr. Lu Kim's accent making city really sound like… shitty.

"Hi, yes… um…" the blonde began to peruse the menu once again before deciding on what to order for tonight's meal. "I'll have the City Beef Combo."

"Okay, one shitty beef combo," Mr. Lu Kim recited the blonde's order.

"Hehehe…" the Marsh let a small chuckle escape. "Dude, you gotta be kidding me."

"Shut up, Stan," Kenny said through his teeth and he gently elbowed the brunette next him. "And can I also have a side order of City Orange Chicken."

"Okay, one order of shitty orange chicken. Anything else, sir?"

"No, that's it," Kenny once again softly elbowed Stan on the side, seeing the Marsh's face turn extremely rosy. "And that'll be for here."

"Okay…" Mr. Lu Kim rang up the order on the case register and gave the order he transcribed to one of his employees, who began to gather all the food on the plate. He also gave the McCormick a large plastic cup for his drink that came with ordering the combo. "That'll be $7.50."

Kenny reached into his back pocket to pull out the pleather chain wallet. He opened the main compartment to pull out the cash, but a small case of panic crept into his senses. "DUDE!"

This immediately got Stan's attention, who was trying to flush his face down from the laughter that he'd desperately tried to hold down, not wanting to be rude in front of the restaurant's owner. "Dude, Kenny, what's wrong?"

"Shit…" Kenny was able only to produce a $5 bill. "My brother must've went through my wallet and took the $10 bill that was in here as well. I don't have enough money to p—"

"Dude, don't worry, I got you…" Stan smiled as he began to pull out his Stussy wallet. "Excuse sir, can I combine my order with his under one receipt."

"Sure!" Mr. Lu Kim began to smile.

"Alright. Okay, I will have—"

"Dude!" Kenny interrupted the Marsh with his order, much to the slight annoyance of the brunette. "Are you sure? I can always ask Kyle to—"

"Kenny…" Stan raised his hand for the blonde to desist his speech. "No need to be trippin' balls; I got your back dude, no worries. As long as you split the orange chicken with me," he concluded with a big smile on his face with a wink. "Now, I would like to have— AGH!"

"Dude, Stan!" Kenny caught said dude in a tight grip… once again for the day. "You… are… AWESOME! I owe you one, dude!"

Awww- awwww, dude! This again? Dude, let me order my food!

Stan managed to return the embrace back to Kenny, although he reeeaaalllyyy wanted to order and eat some food.

But… again… this feels… right…?

"You're welcome dude..." Stan began to pat the blonde's back. "Okay, okay, let me finish my order so that we can eat."

Kenny relinquished the grip. "Thanks Stan, I owe you one."

The brunette simply nodded back in agreement, as he was able to finally place his order. "Anyways, I would like to have an order for the City Chow Mein combo."

"Alright, one shitty chow mein combo. Will that be all?" Mr. Lu Kim transcribed the Marsh's order on the notepad and gave another large plastic cup as well for the beverage.

"Yes."

"Okay," the cash register rang up, combining the blonde and brunette's orders. "That will be $15.35." Stan proceeded to pull out a $20 bill. He was given his proper change after Mr. Lu Kim successfully rang up the order. "Thank you very much."

"Thank you for choosing Shitty Wok. Please go ahead and get your beverage of choice from our soda machine, which includes free refills, and please take your seats at the dining area. We will go ahead and bring your meal to you when it's ready."

Stan and Kenny said their thanks before proceeding to the soda fountain area, where Stan decided to have a Sierra Mist. Kenny decided to have a suicide, or a bit of every drink offered that was offered until his cup was filled.

"Dude, I tried that at an AM/PM on my way here from South Park, and I did not like it at all…" Stan crunched his nose when he saw that dark beverage that Kenny managed to craft.

"Meh, it's an acquired taste," Kenny shrugged in indifference as he stuck a straw into the cup, taking a sip of his drink. A grin soon was painted onto his face. "Ahhhhh, good."

"Riiiggghhhttt…" the brunette just nodded as the both of them finally found a table right by the glass window, but still being able to have a good view of the TV. The highlights of an exhibition tennis match between Roger Federer and Pete Sampras from Madison Square Garden began to play out as the two dudes waited for their meals. They've also noted that their redheaded friend was still talking with the frizzy-haired blonde.

"Dude…" Kenny began to immaturely blow bubbles into his beverage. "Kyle needs to like… fuck her… or something…"

"DUDE!" Stan nearly had his Sierra Mist go through his nose when the blue-eyed blonde decided to make that unexpected off-handed remark. "Do you mind?"

"I'm just sayin'…" Kenny took another sip of his drink. "He's been crushing on Bebe for years now. He even got rejected by Bebe when Kyle asked her out to last year's winter formal dance, but still… he's not giving up…"

"Ohhh… I see…" Stan continued to look onto to the direction where Kyle and Bebe seemed like they were enjoying each other's company.

Dude… he definitely must be strong minded if he doesn't give up that easily… especially to continue chasing her after a rejection… Kyle… keep doin' what you're doin' man…

"Here you go. Please enjoy and thank you for choosing Shitty Wok," Stan went back to reality when one of the employees brought his and the blonde's meal to their table.

"Hell yeah, dude!" the brunette was all smiles when the piping aroma of steaming chow mein and white rice came wafting into his face. The steam was so intense that the lenses of his glasses became fogged. This earned a laugh from the blonde across the table.

"Calm down, Stan, its just food. Hahaha…"

"Dude…" the brunette took off his glasses, rendering him temporarily blind as he used his 100-percent cotton made shirt to wipe off the fog before putting them back on. Grabbing and breaking the chopsticks into two, he clumped a few noodles together before proceeding to put them into his mouth. A few chews and a heaping of rice later, the brunette was in bliss as he can feel his appetite being satisfied. His stomach finally started to cease it's growling. "Dude… soooooooo fuckin' good!"

"Don't forget to try the orange chicken dude," Kenny suggested as he was chewing on the chicken that he ordered.

"Right…" Still with his mouth in an o-like fashion, the brunette proceeded to grab a piece of orange chicken on the plate on the middle of the table. As the chopsticks were about to make contact with that once piece—

"OOOMMMPPPHHH!" Stan became startled when he felt a piece of meat being shoved into his mouth… which happened to be the orange chicken he was going for. However, another pair of chopsticks was also in his mouth… that was connected to an arm that was extending from the other side of the table… to a blonde dude in particular.

"Dude, what do you think?" Kenny smiled, still keeping his pair of chopsticks within the brunette's mouth.

Stan wasn't sure what to think of right now.

Dude… WHAT… THE… FUCK?

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