Room 222, Saturday Morning

[not_a_parakeet]

While everybody else was waking up as all and sundry, spread across the far reaches of the multiverse, in Room 222 there was no activity at all, a stark contrast to the events of the night before

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[andthemoralis]

"Stan? Staaaaaaaan? Staaaaaaaaaaan!" It could be safe to say that one Randy Marsh was looking for his son.

Because why else would he be at his kid's school? Gawd.

"Ooo, a beer."

And he was also easily distracted.

"Worthington's Creamflow Bitter?" Randy shrugged and opened one because you can't look a gift beer in the mouth. Or something like that.

...sorry, Warren.