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Stan didn't have time to reason with Kyle. The footsteps were getting louder and closer, and they needed a cover. Stan grabbed Kyle's hat and tossed it aside. Acting purely on instinct, he ruffled Kyle's hair with his hands, making it look all messy. He saw a girl and a guy do it on HBO once to make it look like they were making out in a closet. Maybe it would work for them, too.

"What the Hell, Stan?" Kyle sputtered out. "Dude, stop!" he pushed Stan's hands away. Both of the boys stumbled. "Shit!" Kyle grabbed Stan by his coat, keeping him upright. "I'm sorry, Stan-"

"Kyle-" Stan started, out of breath, but the door swung open, cutting him off.

Stan and Kyle froze, staring at the door.

"Oh, my God!" Cartman pointed at them and laughed. "That is the fucking gayest shit I have ever seen in my life, oh lord, this is so awesome!"