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The Park, Wednesday Evening
It seemed there just hadn't been enough insanity going on with the gremlins lately, so that was why there was a guy in red pajamas prancing around the park. Singing.
Well, really, it was all autotuned so that part was less important.
But aren't you all so, so glad you were there for the magic and wonder of this evening? Aren't you just thrilled?
"Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah)
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
That was a lot of yeahs.
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Well, really, it was all autotuned so that part was less important.
But aren't you all so, so glad you were there for the magic and wonder of this evening? Aren't you just thrilled?
"Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah)
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
That was a lot of yeahs.
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So, this was really just a normal day, for him, wasn't it?
"Look, man, I'm not gonna stop you or nothin', but I gotta let you know before you get too far? It's only Wednesday, yo."
Mako honked his agreement and performed a war dance at Deadpool's foot. Well, maybe it wasn't agreement. Maybe he just had no idea what to make of all those yeahs.
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Deadpool would do it too. Don't you make him.
"Seven a.m., waking up in the morning."
IT WAS THE EVENING. WHAT THE HELL.
"Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)..."
Meaning you, apparently, Reno.
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"Man, you gotta be kiddin', yo."
This was karma getting him back for the ham coffee, wasn't it? The ham coffee, and lighting this shit on fire at the radio station on Saturday. Karma, stop being a dick.
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That was when he followed the sounds of what he thought were the pained whimperings of a maimed animal, and found out that his assumptions were wrong.
So very, very wrong.
"....awww, hamburgers. It's just some weirdo in red pajamas."
To which Butters could just sag his shoulders and expect the worst to happen next. That was usually how these sort of things turned out for him.
"And it's not even Friday!"
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IN HIS HEART.
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...
He was adding this kind of thing to his list of positive things that have come out of the zombie apocalypse.
No more teeny bopper autotuned songs sung by guys in pajamas.
It was right below: "No more Facebook updates."
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There's no Youtube in Zombieland. And Columbus had to catch up on a lot of internet phenomena.
"Statistically, the back seat is safer," he replied earnestly. "And you should always make sure to wear your seat belt."
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Then --
"That wasn't a good song."
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But none of that stopped him from watching and laughing in a confused manner. "What the hell was that?" he asked through a light laugh.
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All she could do was stare. And really, who could blame her?
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"Uh...yeah. That can't be good."
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He really wished, though, that he could help staring at what he came across in the park, but, unfortunately, he couldn't.
"You've got to be kidding..."
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And this distraction was very distracting.
And recordable. You're welcome, Deadpool.
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Once he was done with the wonder of this song. "Hi, fan!"
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OOC
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