POV: Stan
My name is Stan Marsh.
Two months ago, my girlfriend was killed in a freak accident.
Except it wasn't an accident.
Something happened, involving all of the boys at school. Apart from me, of course.
My friend, Eric Cartman, fell into a rotating saw, while we were on a field trip.
It was horrific.
My best friend, Kyle Broflovski jumped off a bridge, as I was talking to him.
I still don't know why.
But today I'll find out.
I mean, why don't I just go and ask them?
"Hey guys."
"Holy Shit, dude"
"This is all your fault, you f*cking Jew!"
"HEY! SHUT UP, FAT-ASS!"
"NO! YOU SHUT UP, YOU STUPID GINGER JEW!"
"YOU'RE SUCH A FAT F*CK, THAT WHEN YOU WALK PAST THE PITS OF FIRE, PEOPLE GO: GOD! THAT KID'S A BIG FAT F*CK!"
Heh, just like old times...