The Interviews
"We have gather you all here today to interview you and see if we can find a perfect friend." Stan said over the microphone.
"Each one of you has a distinct personality that's better than Eric Cartmans!" Kyle added
"So lets begin!" Stan said.
"Ok, Clyde. Why do you think that you should be our friend?" Stan asked.
"Well, I don't after that racial slur with your dad on TV." Clyde replied.
"I told you I'm sorry about that. Cant you just put it in the past?" Stan argued.
"No because what your dad said on TV wasn't called for. Even if it was the past it doesn't mean that it's forgettable!" Clyde replied.
"NEXT!" Kyle yelled. "Jesus Christ. Every time you see him you fight over the same thing!" Kyle said.
"Well, maybe it's your turn to inter view then!" Stan said.
"Ok the I will!" Kyle said.
"Wendy," Kyle said, "why do you think you should be our friend?"
"Well," BLEH!! Wendy was interrupted. "Oh, gross!" she screamed and ran away! Kyle had thrown up on her.
"Oh dude, that is not cool." Kyle said. They went on and on hour after hour, countlessly interviewing each person but everybody had an excuse not to be there friend.
The last person they had was Ms. Garison with some papers. She said, "I deal enough with you little brats during school!"
Kyle sighed and looked down at the desk. "I can't believe that we didn't get anyone. He looked down again. "Hey look a paper clip!"
Stan said, "I guess this is our last interviewer. So why do you think you should be our best friend?" The paper clip just sat there.
"Ok he's good!" Kyle said.
"We'll name you Clippy!" Stan said.
"Well nice to meet you Clippy." Kyle lauged.