Second oneshot book

Game session~Styleneric?(South Park.) ((mostly platonic))

I just love a certain games and decided to do this.
Warnings: Cursing and kinda sexual language. (Also let's pretend Kenny's like using someone's laptop or something, didn't think this through.)
Ages: 17.
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Kyle's POV.

"Oh so I'm a bunny! Or a hamster? What the fuck is this thing?"

"A bit slow to realise that, Stan."

"Shut up, Kyle, I press off on my brain as soon as I get home."

I just sigh.

"Whose the tyrant?"

"Me."

"Oh, this is going to be fun," Kenny says.

I just pick up the materials and go.

"You better pay though," I say.

"What gives you that idea?"

"The fact that I won't do shit if you don't."

I just stand next to the place I should put them in.

"Okay, one on autopay."

"Thanks!"

"Greedy as always," Eric jokes.

He's gotten a lot better at well.... not being a fucking nazi.

"You know it," I say.

I laugh and continue doing the same thing.

"WHY DID YOU SHOOT?" Stan screeches.

"You were getting too close!"

"Too close? How? What would I get out of—?"

"Stan, we explained how this game works," I mutter, continuing to do the same thing.

"I'm pretty sure you did not!"

"You gotta get into the cow looking thing."

"OOOOOOOOOH."

"You're a fucking idiot, goofball," I say.

I just put more shit in.

"Fuck!" Kenny yells.

"I know you, I knew you were coming here."

Stan chuckles.

"But clearly you don't know me."

"Did he get in?" I ask.

Stan nods.

"Okay fuck this, get some materials up in here," I say.

"Don't know how."

"You fucking—Stan, go to the fucking menu if you need it," Kenny says.

"Nope, i'ma just press all the buttons."

"No, let me hide first!" I say.