RESPECTMYATHORITAH- We also started this chapter a while ago.

MagicNinjaUnicorn- Back in the ancient times of the year 2012.

RESPECTMYATHORITAH- And it somehow survived (along with everything else in the world) to 2013.

MagicNinjaUnicorn- So uh...read. And make sure you read the bottom authors note, because its important.

"Lets sit here!" Kyle exclaimed, running to a table. "No, lets sit here!" he ran to another table. "No," he turned around. "Lets sit-"

"Kyle, I'm going to be the only one sitting." Stan reminded him.

"Why don't you come with us. Or we could skate together...alone." He raised his eyebrow and grinned like a pervert.

"No, I have homework to do." Stan said, completely ignoring the comment's true meaning.

Everyone ran away except Kyle.

"Seriously, go. I have to finish this homework Mr. Garrison bites my head off." Stan said, waving towards the skate rental booth.

"Hmm." Kyle thought for a moment. "That would make it hard to kiss you. BYE!" and with that, he ran off towards the others.

"What size shoe do you need?" the skate rental guy asked.

"Um..." Kenny honestly didn't know. Wow, this took bad memories to a new level.

"Timmah!" Timmy reminded him.

"Oh thanks! An eight." Kenny told the skate guy.

"Dumbass." Cartman laughed.

"TIMMAH!" Timmy defended Kenny.

"Thank you Timmy." Kenny smirked.

"What the fuck did he even say?"

"He said fuck you." Kenny translated.

"Well fuck you too, Timmah!" Cartman said, and then he turned and waddled away.

"And then he waddled away, waddle waddle." Kenny sang under his breath, causing both himself and Timmy to laugh uncontrollably.

"I'm not sure skating is a good idea without skates." Butters said, pointing to his shoes.

"Don't be such a turkey." Cartman rolled his eyes.

"Don't be such a dutch bag." Kyle said, skating up to them.

"Don't be such a Jew!" Cartman challenged.

"Don't be such a fatass!"

"Don't be such a...gablfrabl!"

"Don't be such a- wait, that doesn't even make sense!"

"Doin' stuff!" Kenny exclaimed, skating past them pushing Timmy's wheelchair.

"TIMMAH!" Timmy yelled.

Kyle, Cartman and Butters stared after them for a minute before Kyle shook his head and said "Why don't you two just have a sweetish moment?"

"Okay." Cartman shrugged, seeming uncharacteristically agreeable to Kyle's order. He then turned to Butters and said. "Asnan mans plånbok pannkaka glasögon kvartalet." With that, the two kissed all romantically and dramatically.

"Not what I meant." Kyle muttered, skating away to find Kenny.

When Kyle found Kenny, he was having an argument with the P.A guy, which somehow Kyle hadn't heard before.

"For the last time," the guy on the P.A said, sighing heavily. "You need to remove the wheelchair kid from the rink."

"THATS RACIST!" Kenny screamed, pointing an accusing finger at the ceiling, not knowing where the P.A guy actually was.

"JUST GET THE WHEELCHAIR KID OUT OF HERE!" the P.A guy screamed.

"NO, I LOVE HIM!" Kenny protested, though he purposely yelled in Butters' direction.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!"

"TIMMAH!"

"YEAH! YOU HEARD HIM!" Kenny yelled.

"WHAT DID HE SAY?" the P.A yelled back.

"Forget it. Lets go Timmy." Kenny grumbled, wheeling Timmy to the edge of the rink. "Actually," he said. "I'm gonna stay here. BYE!" with that, he pushed Timmy out of the rink, and hit a little kid.

"Oops. Sorry." Kenny apologized, not really sorry at all. He turned to find Kyle, who was standing right behind him. "Lets so see Stan."

"Okay." Kyle shrugged, skating out of the rink. Just as they reached the outside of the rink however, Kyle fell over.

"Are you alright?" Kenny asked looking at the clearly not okay Kyle, who was clutching his eggs.

"Aw dude, you broke your eggs. That sucks." Kenny grimaced.

"Why were there eggs in your pocket?" a random person looked at them and asked.

"Why is there a flamingo on your head?" Kyle retorted.

The guy looked up at the large pink bird nestled in his hair, and shrugged. "Because." he started to walk away, but then turned back around and said "Don't eat the muffins."

"This is gross." Kyle moaned, picking eggshells out of his pocket. "Oh well, lets go." as he stood up, he vaguely noticed a worker smiling at him evilly from the corner of the rink.

"Hey Stan," Kyle greeted him as he skated up to the table he was sitting at, alone like a loser.

"Hey Kyle. Kenny. Dude, what happened?" He asked, pointing to the yolk stains on Kyle's pants.

"What?" he looked down. "Oh, I broke my eggs."

"Aww, now we can't make molest!" Stan said disappointedly.

"What?" Kenny asked.

"I mean omelets. Stupid autocorrect!" Stan rolled his eyes.

"Oh."

"So how's roller skating going?" Stan asked.

"Oh, you know. Rolley." Kyle shrugged.

"Skatey." Kenny added.

"I can't wash my balls." Butters said, randomly appearing.

"That too." Kenny said.

"What's up Butters? Where's Cartman?" Kyle asked.

"Over there, trying to buy food without paying for it." Butters pointed to the vending machine, where Cartman was trying to open the glass covering, even though it wasn't a door.

"Dumbass." Stan snorted, writing down a few more sentences into his notebook.

"So are you done yet?" Kyle asked.

"We got here ten minutes ago." Stan reminded him.

"...and?"

"No. I'm not done."

"Oh. I'm going to skate away now." Kyle said.

As he and Kenny skated away (Butters had randomly disappeared and then randomly appeared back with Cartman), "What Makes You Beautiful" began to play.

Kyle and Kenny looked at each other excitedly and immediately began singing along...kind of.

"Look at my face, so sweet and pure.

They let me sing even though I have a stu-ut-er.

We hanging tough,

We punch the air,

'Cuz like the honey badger we don't fucking ca-a-are!

This song was made by a gay computer,

We all sound high 'cuz we're nudered.

Baby we make real hands go home and slit their wrists,

We are the seventh sign of the apocalypse,

We're running now 'cuz we don't know what water is

You don't know oh oh!

You don't know we're terrible!

They stopped when Kyle fell again.

"Are you alright?" a creepy worker asked, bending down to examine him.

"Uh, yeah."

"Cool." the worker said. "Sup."

"Um...okay..."

"HEY! KYLE! KENNY! OOPS! SORRY LITTLE KID! HEY! GUYS!" a voice screamed from the other side of the building.

The boys looked to see Stan skating towards them. "Hey Stan!" Kyle said. When he reached them. "I thought you had homework to do?"

"SCREW SCHOOL!" Stan yelled throwing his hands up in the air. "Mr. Garrison can eat my head, I don't even care!"

"But I'd miss your lips!" Kyle said.

"My eyes are up here!" Stan screamed.

"And the rest of your face." Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Yay." Stan grinned, as Kyle leaned in to kiss him. But they were interrupted by Kenny.

"Hey guys, watch this!" Kenny yelled, skating away. "YOLO!" he screamed, holding up two piece signs. But, since he was talking, he wasn't paying attention to the fact that he was about to crash into a wall. "OW! SHIT!" he exclaimed as he crumpled to the floor. "GUYS! I THINK I BROKE MY FACE! BUT ITS OKAY! I'm OKAY!" just as he was reassuring them of this, however, a group of very obnoxious kids all roller skated over him.

Few things were heard from behind the clump, except for lots of shouting, and when they passed all that was left was a dead Kenny.

"You killed Kenny!"

"You bastards!"

"Now where were we?" they kissed, but as they did so, Kyle fell down for now reason, and grabbed Stan as he did. Next thing he knew, both of them were on the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw one worker nod to another. He chose to ignore it. "Maybe we should go home..."

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MagicNinjaUnicorn- And P.S.S, the parody used in this chapter is made by Barely Political on YouTube.

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MagicNinjaUnicorn- Oh, and P.S.S.S, about this chapter, this was based partly-ish on a roller skating experience, and I swear to god, those workers fucking cursed me! Every time they were around, I fell! Damn people... And that "Dutch bag" thing is IN NO WAY meant to be offensive to dutch people! We saw somebody misspell douchebag like that, and we've been saying it ever since. NO OFFENSE INTENDED!