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Smelly 17 year old Stan Marsh woke up reluctantly, stretching his arms up, feeling satisfying pops in his back and shoulders. His neck had a slight pain in it, but that's nothing out of the ordinary. They slid out of bed with a groan. It's monday. Stan picked up his phone, clearing out the notifications that gathered overnight.
After promptly getting dressed and doing the average morning routine, He trudged down the stairs and tugged on his disgusting old knockoff Jordans. As he booted up his car, a phone rang from inside their pocket.
"Hello?" he mumbled, sleep still very apparent in his voice.
"Dude, are you even fucking awake? You're gonna make us all late if you don't hurry the fuck up."
Cartman.
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Cartman, it's not my fucking problem that you cant drive yet. I'm this close to making you walk to school yourself." They threw on his jacket and speedwalked out to his car,
"I'm on my way now. If you arent ready at the door when I get there I'm not even gonna wait for you." He hung up and sighed. "I fucking hate mondays."