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Yaldabaoth: I only thought I could keep you company, Sam. *Smiles.*

Stan: ...yeah, that might work, Kenny.

Matthew: Maybe if we dry up the lake....

Stan: How?

Matthew: Uhhh.... really big magnifying glass?

Yaldabaoth: I liked the orangey guy's idea.

Stan: We could go to the pharmacy and... uh? *Stumped*

(I'm going to classes in a couple minutes)

Sam: well, I am stumped

*Sam sits, defeated*

Kenny: i wonder if swimming in it would burn--

Sam: Cocaine burns

Kenny: we can't! we could get into sh*t!

Alex: the pond's a little out of town, anyone who's at the pond will get high, nothing else, besides, we actually have been discussing this for some time

Sam: *looks at watch* It's 2am

Kenny: let's burn it

(okay)

Topanga: I really don't know what to do...

Kyle: Me niether. I'm really stumped for ideas here.

Jason: I honestly don't care that much.

((Hey, guess what. I can write romance now. And its pretty good if I do say so myself. YAY JAPNAGA! XD))

Stan: Whatever, let's just get out of here before people know it's us.

*Everyone stares at Stan*

Matthew: No! That's wrong!

Yaldabaoth: I say go to the pharmacy.

Stan: Okay - fine! We'll burn it.

Kyle: Yeah! Just burn it, people won't really care!

Topanga: What if they kill us?

Jason: Dude, calm down, they will kill us!

Topanga: WHAT?!

Stan: Hey, come on, don't be a douche.

Matthew: Do they do that here? I've heard about .... don't they like to hang people form trees in America?!

Stan: No, that's only if you're black.

Matthew: Oh.

Matthew: But i need to be somewhere inside, I don't want to breathe in it.

Yaldabaoth: Me too.

Kyle: What? Douches are something about hanging?

Topanga: I don't wanna die....*shakes*

Jason: *sighs* Damnit, I'm sorry! You're not going to die!

Stan: Yeah, nobody's going to die.

Yaldabaoth: Well, eventually-

Stan: Not now, dude.

Topanga: Huh? *shakes more*

Kyle: Sh*t, she's Tweeking out.

Jason: You mean she's freaking out?

Kyle: Yeah, I call it Tweeking out because there's a kid names Tweek that does the same thing.

Jason: That's....really strange...

Kyle: Eh. *shrugs*

Yaldabaoth: Let's go to his house!

Stan: Why?

Yally: He sounds interesting.

Stan: I think he'd have a heart attack if he met you.

Matthew: Can we go somewhere? I'm cold.

*Stan is distracted*

Stan: ... oh sh*t.

*Sam waves a hand over Stan's field of vision*

Sam: what is it, dude?

*they look around*

Alex: Matthew, it's the 21st century, many things have changed and social norms have changed. it's not as easy to be reprimanded as it was then, in coparison

Kenny: okay anyone have flammables!?

Alex: no we can't meet Tweek, he'd have a heart attack

Yaldabaoth: Set a tree on fire and let it fall in.

Matthew: That doesn't sound like a good idea.

Yaldabaoth: Would you like Uncle-

Matthew: No.

Yaldabaoth: Exactly. *Turns to Alex* Yes, but he'd be interesting to meet for that reason!

Stan: Uh... what is-

Sam: Stan, why are you distracted- you were like "Oh sh*t" a minute ago

Alex: I still do not recommend seeing him, Yally

Kenny: right, we set fire to the tree, burn it?

Sam: i guess that's what we do.

Alex: there goes another tree

Sam: It's cold! let's just go to my house? it's a block down

*points to a house nearby, they begin walking*

Alex: It's freezing! how long were we standing out here for?

Sam: Yally, don't infect anything, please. Beware, my grandfather has... dementia and... likes his whiskey...

Alex: still? i thought you said he swore off the stuff!

Sam: that's what he wanted us to believe... more like sworn to whiskey

Alex: let me guess, Johnny Walker?

Sam: It would be a whole lot funnier if your surname was Walker

Alex: oh, my dad? he hates the stuff, prefers beer

Kenny: or Jameson, eh, Stan?

*they continue conversing, walking on*

I'll do whatever I can, this is unbelievable!

*they go to Sam's house*

Alex: jesus, how much does he drink! that's strong whiskey! i can smell it!

Sam: one bottle if he's happy, three if he's sad