A LAST MANDATORY LONG-ASS AUTHOR'S NOTE (for a while).

…Wow. It's over. Now the SEQUEL is over.

I don't think that I'm going to pick up with this story line again. As much as I loved writing this, and as honored as I am to know that I was able to bring some smiles, laughter, and good health (laughter can prevent heart attacks and help you live longer!), I think I did everything that there was to do along that vein.

Also, this will probably be my last contribution to the South Park fanfic aspect of the fandom for a while, because I have return to my wonderful life as a high school senior taking way too many honors classes…plus senior project, plus electives, plus hobbies, plus life, plus that goddamn novel of mine.

I will, however, most likely come out with one-shots every so often, every break I get or so, so I'll still be here! Who knows-maybe I'll get a sudden burst of inspiration and crank out another chapter fic eventually.

I'll still be doing South Park art and maybe some comics on DA, though XD. Keep a watching!

I'm also putting together a portfolio site, with all of my current projects-yes, including my South Park stuff with bonus DVD…uh, fic commentary and notes. A preview of my novel will be available on there as well.

So, thank you to everyone who has read my stuff, and been so nice…I honestly did not expect any of what has happened. I love you all! Thank you. Just…thank you.

…I'm probably being overdramatic, but…I feel like a lot happened to me over the course of the summer, a lot has changed…directly and indirectly involved with this fic.

I love you all.

-Sid out.

Stan, after shooting one last offended glance to Sally for backing out at last minute, Big Gay Al for insisting and being so politely beseeching about it that he couldn't say no, and Kyle because Kyle was a jerk and looked incredibly too amused, turned and began a melodramatically sullen march down the aisle. Some hundred faces turned to watch, and it took every ounce of will-power and Big Gay Al prodding him in the back to make him stop pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering, and trudge forward, scattering a trail of saffron coloured petals as he went. He tried desperately not to make eye-contact.

Terrance and Phillip stood at the altar expectantly, or, more accurately, were hunched over clinging onto the altar to keep them from rolling around on the floor, laughing so hard they couldn't breathe, so of course no one else noticed. Brian Boitano beaming reassuringly at Stan was what kept him going.

Kyle knew he was in trouble when, as he began his own procession, carrying a bit of the dark green frontal piece of his Ushanka upon which two simple golden loops were perched, he gazed forward proudly, to see Stan grinning at him in an entirely too-happy way. Which only meant he was plotting something. Something evil. Thus he tried to drag his feet as much as he could.

But, inevitably he arrived at the altar, and was received with a shower of saffron petals as Stan dumped the remnants of the flowers from his basket over Kyle's head. Terrance and Phillip only laughed more.

Carefully setting the rings on Barky the dog, who was conveniently positioned just near him, Kyle took a handful of flower petals, and threw them back in Stan's face. Of course Stan retaliated, and shortly, what ensued was a full out fist and petal fight, so they found themselves rolling about the lawn in a circle of limbs, rented formal wear, and flower petals.

As if this was completely normal, the rest of the wedding party continued, ignoring the two, and proceeding as planned…although after every other line in Brian Boitano's sermon, Terrance and Phillip alternated farts, followed by a fifteen minute long intermission of shrill laughter from every Canadian and/or Terrance and Phillip fan present.

Just your average wedding, really.

The personalized wedding vows consisted of Terrance and Phillip doing a hyper-active interpretative dance to a midi-fied version of the timeless classic, "Yakety Sax", which morphed into the Canadian National Anthem, where every party member joined in, be they Canadian or not.

It ended quite well, with them boarding their private jet, heading for a honeymoon on, well, the moon. Stan and Kyle temporarily paused in their public display of affection, oh, sorry, "manly brawl", to wave along with the crowd as it departed.

"Well, boys, what are you going to do now?" Brian Boitano asked them.

"You're welcome to stay with my family. You two were both great contributions to the party, and you saved Terrance and Phillip, after all. I owe them, it was their advice that got me Celine, so technically since they owe you, I do too. Honor code." Ugly Bob voiced, just so he could be mentioned. Celine, meanwhile, was proudly displaying pictures of their daughter from the latest Beauty Pageant she had conquered.

Stan and Kyle considered it for a moment. They glanced towards Ugly Bob, they glanced toward Big Gay Al who was pretending not to be listening in and doing a very bad job, and then they glanced around at the scene, of "friendly faces everywhere" and camera crews, all having gathered to be part of Terrance and Phillip, and their celebration…of being able to say to the whole world that they loved each other enough to put up with all of the hard stuff. Or they didn't take it seriously enough to really think about it and when the eight year mark passed they decided what the hell and went with it, they'd been living together for so long anyway.

They stood up, and brushed each other off a bit, and then joined hands.

"I think its time for us to head home, face off. It's worth it." Stan said, although he was speaking more to Kyle, once again they were excluding themselves to the part where the this existed, where no one else could penetrate.

"We want to be together. The only way we can really do that is to say, 'screw you!' to anyone who wouldn't like it." Kyle murmured in agreement.

"What are you gonna tell my parents?" Stan asked. Kyle considered for a moment, and bounced on the balls of his feet.

"Mr. and Mrs. Marsh? Your son and I have been have been Madly in Love TM and fucking like rabbits for quite some time and will continue to do so for quite some time, and let me tell you, he's a screamer." Kyle iterated. Stan punched his shoulder, in an entirely loving and goofy way.

They were just about to turn and gather the small amount of things they had brought with them to Canada, but within that instant, they found themselves in Mole's kitchen.

"Nice tuxes. You both scream ass-rammers." Mole commented, flicking ash from the end of his cigarette.

Precisely fifteen minutes ago, Bébé explained after Stan and Kyle had grabbed some brownie and had situated themselves at the table, Damien and Pip had taken off, but not before Damien had offered her a wish, out of gratitude. Much like Satan had done years ago. Given that she pretty much had everything she needed at the moment, she let Kenny have the wish.

Kenny, being the Good Samaritan that he was, had wished for Stan and Kyle to come back and confront their parents, and the said parents to be totally cool.

"You realize thats 'ow eet would end anyway, non?" Mole had asked.

"I know," Kenny had said, and then muttered a lot of incomprehensible gibberish that was most likely very sensitive and insightful comments, ended with, "But I realize that I have to do it, for the sake of all the fangirls in the world."

And so it was that Stan and Kyle did wind up confronting their parents. Sharon and Randy were only shocked that they had only been together as an "official" couple since prom night, having just assumed that they'd been flaming boyfriends for years. Any misgivings on Randy's part had eased with time, and seeing just how much the two truly cared for each other, and Sharon, being the Cool One, had been secretly rooting for them since she had first heard of their Super Best Friendship.

Gerald and Sheila were also cool, although Sheila warned that they had best not even consider premarital or unprotected sex, to which both boys sheepishly nodded and averted their glances, and afterwards Sheila, teary eyed, dragged a thoroughly confused Kyle off to go look at paint swatches. He wound up deciding on saffron, which was only a shade or so off from the original colour, and clashed horribly with the forest green tile of the kitchen floor, and so, many years later when Sheila decided to throw an engagement party for Kyle and Stan (both of whom had no idea that they were actually engaged until that point), Kyle was once again dragged off to look at tile samples, so that Big Gay Al could enter the Broflovski's home without feeling sacrilegious.

But, in the present, things were most definitely looking up, and all but one string was left untied.

Cartman wound up getting sick of trying to get twenty dollars, and instead decided to extract vengeance upon Stan, because after all Prom Night's totally hot incineration inducing make-out session that had lost Cartman the twenty dollars had been initiated by Stan, by finding and destroying the most important article of Stan's belongings.

And so it was that one day, upon entering Stan's room, Kyle and Stan found Cartman laughing maliciously, and waving Stan's asthma inhaler about.

"I got it! I got your inhaler, Stan! Now whatcha gonna do? Nananana na na. Hahahaha ha ha!"

Stan stood there for a moment, and then decided that there was only one thing to do. He buried his head in Kyle's shoulder, and started to sob melodramatically.

Cartman wasted a second to confusion, and then started laughing again as Kyle incredulously wrapped his arms about his…Super Best Friend's shoulders, and patted him lightly, trying to comfort him.

"Cartman, why don't you just get lost?" Kyle hissed.

"No, wait, let me at least taste his tears, Kyle…"

"NOW CARTMAN!" Kyle screamed, with such an intensity that everyone on the planet heard him. Cartman stared at them uncomfortably for a second, laughed at them again, raised the inhaler victoriously above his head, and then turned and did a victory dance out of the door.

Once he had gone, Stan gazed up at Kyle.

"Ohh, no, what ever am I gonna do? Cartman stole something from me, leaving me with only my prescription and ability to…walk down to the pharmacy and get another one! Oh, no! Comfort me, Kyle!" Stan cried, as he tried to keep a straight face.

Kyle snickered, but as more than happy to oblige in "comforting" him, until he accidentally backed Stan up against a wall with such force that it knocked the wind out of him for a second, and then he logically decided that before they should go to the pharmacy and get Stan a new inhaler, before loving on each other any more.

Stan pouted for a bit, insisted that he would be fine and he definitely did not want to wait. Even for a second. He'd stopped waiting twelve chapters ago.

"Relax, we have all the time in the world," Kyle reminded him, "And besides, we're still spending it if we do it together. And how could I live with myself if I caused my boyfriend so much excitement that he asphyxiates, hm?"

Stan really couldn't argue with that logic, and so, hand in hand, they went to go and retrieve a new inhaler.

The only pause in their journey occurred when, halfway there, Stan excitedly exclaimed,

"Hey! You called me your boyfriend! We're boyfriends! Officially-officially now!"

And so they grinned at each other. Like crazy boyfriends. And Super Best Friends.

And that was that.