Afternoon, Marsh Residence. Stan was in the living room, watching some Canadian reality show on TV. That was his new favorite show ever since Terrance and Philip was over. Shelly then came over from the kitchen, with a set of keys in hands. She walked up to her brother.

"Get up, turd, let's go." She ordered.

"Go where?" He questioned.

"Mom wants me to do the shopping today, and you're going with me."

Stan moaned, not wanting to leave the couch. "Oh, do I have to?"

"If you wanna eat today, get off your ass and move it!"

Stan begrudgingly turned off the TV, stood on his feet and followed Shelly to the garage. Moments later, Sharon's car left the residence, with Shelly behind the wheel and Stan riding shotgun. They stayed silent for a minute, with Shelly focused on driving, until she finally broke the silence with a question.

"So, how were things with those perverts?"

"They came to me earlier today." He answered. "They were pissed because I got rid of those pictures of you."

"Huh."

"So I showed them that other picture you took and told them what you were gonna do to them."

"And…?"

"And nothing. They're still pissed and still all over you."

Shelly felt challenged. Her grip on the wheel tightened so hard, she almost ripped it off.

"Oh yeah? Then how about I go there and beat their 'pervertness' out of them?" She threatened.

"Yeah, and then you'll go to jail for beating up little kids."

"You think I'm afraid of that?"

Stan waved his hands in denial. "No, it's just… you said it yourself, that school isn't your problem anymore. Just don't waste your energy, alright?"

He took a long breath and, not wanting to push it any further, decided to change the subject.

"Anyway, what are we buying?"

"Stuff for dinner, soap for laundry, wax, and my tampons."

Stan was baffled. "Tampons again? How many tampons have you used this month already?"

She blushed, feeling both irritated and insulted by his question. "None of your damn business, turd!"

Sensing Shelly's annoyance, Stan decided to end the conversation then and there. He just shook his head in disbelief and remained in silence for the rest of the trip.

After returning from the shopping, Stan and Shelly placed their bags on the table at the kitchen. Then, the two cans of soda that Stan had at the market started to take effect on his bladder. He went upstairs to go to the bathroom, and just as he reached the door, Shelly pushed him out of the way.

"I'll go first, turd. It's urgent." She went in and closed the door.

"What… what the hell?" He babbled.

Indignant, Stan waited outside the bathroom, holding it in. After a minute or two, Shelly walked out of it. He went in, and was disgusted at what he saw.

"Jesus Christ, Shelly, there's blood all over the toilet!" He yelled.

"Told you it was urgent."

Shelly took her leave, and Stan wondered what to do with the bloody toilet.

"Goddammit!" He muttered, repulsed.

Ten minutes later, at the dining room, Sharon and Shelly were already having dinner. Stan came from upstairs and joined them at the table. He started eating his cooling meal.

"What took you so long, Stanley?" Sharon asked.

He looked tired and irritated. "I had to clean up Shelly's mess in the bathroom. It was horrible, and I almost puked… twice!"

Shelly rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed by Stan's complaint. The boy with a weak stomach was angry about something that is normal to women. She didn't ever bother arguing with him and continued eating. He then turned to her.

"Okay, that's official. There's something very wrong with your vagina!"

Now that hit Shelly's nerve. "Shut up, turd!" She exclaimed.

Sharon wasn't pleased either. "Stanley, don't say such a thing!"

"No, I mean it! Every time her period comes, it's a torrent of blood!" He stated, recalling a previous incident. He even waved his hand in front of him to demonstrate that torrent

Shelly was really angered at Stan's insensitivity. It's not like she enjoyed bleeding that much either.

"You just don't get it because you're not a woman!" She blurted.

"Thank God I'm not. Women are gross!"

"Ahem."

That was Sharon clearing her throat. She was feeling a little offended by Stan's remark, and he quickly noticed that.

"Oh. Sorry, Mom."

At this point, Shelly had had enough of Stan's ranting. In her mind, he was being really childish.

"Grow the fuck up, Stan."

"Shelly! Language." Sharon reprimanded.

Shelly just rolled her eyes again and resumed eating.