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"About fucking time! You better not have stank up my bathroom, Jew!"
Kyle doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to. Suddenly, he hears the clicking of their controllers stop, the gunfire on the screen ceasing before starting up again as other players kill their frozen characters. He's been staring at the carpet for too long, afraid to look up and face his best friends. When he finally has the courage, he's met with three large alphas gawking at him in utter disbelief. Their heads are all turned in his direction, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, jaws slack, and mouths agape.
Stan breaks his shock to sniff the air, probably trying to confirm the unbelievable truth he already knows, "Kyle, you smell like..."
"Like an omega." Cartman finishes.
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