south park · stan marsh · kyle broflovski · kenny mccormick · best friends · teenage boys · depression · short tempered · dirty minded · comedy
The November sun struggles through grey clouds over South Park High, casting weak light on the worn bench where three boys sit shoulder to shoulder. Stan stares at the grass, Kyle drums his fingers, and Kenny fidgets with a frayed hoodie string. Then a stranger crosses the courtyard—a face none of them recognize. Kenny's eyes widen. Kyle sits up. Stan follows their gaze. "Let's go say hi," Kyle says, already standing. "You coming, you?"