Oh Jonas I Miss You

U should draw Ross with the farquaad cut

this is a very silly image anyways sure!

TOKEN: You’re kinda freaking us out.

CLYDE: I’m freaking you out?

CLYDE: Oh well that’s a shame now, isn’t it?

CLYDE: Your puss-filled elephant’s foot of a friend isn’t here right now, sorry to say.

CLYDE: And very soon, none of you will be.

CRAIG: Dude, what is your problem?

CLYDE: Oh, my problem?

CLYDE: My problem is that this swollen, decaying fistula ratted me out.

CLYDE: Ratted all of us out.

GREGORY: He what?

CLYDE: Yes, I heard it from the latrine.

CLYDE: While this “Clyde” fellow was having a break down in a piss-soaked petrol station washroom, his friend over here was raving all about us to the Devil’s son himself.

TOKEN: Wh–

TOKEN: He asked me!

TOKEN: Clyde, what the hell are you talking about–

CLYDE: Shut your mouth!

CLYDE: I’m not Clyde, and I wont even so much as thank you to call me as such.

CLYDE: We were meant to bide our bloody time.

CLYDE: Supposed to escape silently through your brainless meat stick of a friend’s portal.

CLYDE: But now we can’t be so silent.

CLYDE: So dumb as to contact anybody through a ouija board, you truly do deserve everything I’m about to do to you.

PIP: (Nice to see you, old friend.)

PIP: (Sorry to see our reunion couldn’t have been under better circumstances.)

THOMAS: Y-you know, we really don’t need to do this…

THOMAS: W-we… I mean we could–

GREGORY: Thomas, I’ve told you.

GREGORY: Keep your input to yourself.

GREGORY: These issues are much greater than your feelings.

TOKEN: D-dude…

TOKEN: Whoever you are…

TOKEN: We’re not here to hurt you guys.

TOKEN: We… we were high, did some stupid stuff, and forgot about it the next day.

CLYDE: Oh yes, you’d think that ignorant, wouldn’t you.

CLYDE: You shredded bits of bloodied placenta have no clue the sorts of things you lot have done, have you?

CLYDE: Maybe not to me, but it really just gives me a reason for all of the things I’d like to do to you. Not that I’d hesitate either way.

GREGORY: Then would you just get on with it already, Estella?

CLYDE: Impatient scrotal sac of a decrepit old man.

CLYDE: [sigh]

CLYDE: I suppose I’ve dwelled within this grotesque husk long enough…

TOKEN: Wait, what are…

TOKEN: What’s happening–

GREGORY: I didn’t even know you’d gone off and squealed so soon.

GREGORY: Here I thought I really wouldn’t have to hurt any of you…

TOKEN: You–

CRAIG: You guys killed Jimmy!

KYLE: They what?!

GREGORY: I told you, that was a miscalculation.

TOKEN: D… Damien told me we all deserved it!

GREGORY: Well, maybe you do, seeing what you’ve done.

CRAIG: What we’ve done?!

STAN: Get your head out of your ass, Gregory!

KYLE: Oh my god what is coming out of Clyde’s back.

CARTMAN: Grody, what the fuck.

GREGORY: Oh, I’ll tell you who’s coming out–

ESTELLA: No, you won’t.

STAN: Why are there demons chasing us!

CRAIG: They came from the ouija board, I don’t know, man!

STAN: How do you not know?!

STAN: It’s your fault I almost fucking died back there, asshole!

KYLE: He was getting choked out pretty hard, dude.

CRAIG: Hey I saved you!!!

CRAIG: Stop pinning this all on me!

STAN: You’re the one who kept playing with the ouija board after we left!

STAN: What were you thinking?!

CRAIG: I WASN’T THINKING, I WAS HIGH.

CRAIG: WE ALL WERE!

CRAIG: You were the one who said it was all bullshit anyways, don’t try and act like you ~knew~ this would happen!

STAN: You let a revenge-hungry maniac out!

CRAIG: Oh yeah? Why does he want you so bad, huh?

CRAIG: Answer me that!

STAN: That’s none of your business–

KENNY: Oh my god can you guys PLEASE stop fighting.

KENNY: The guy flipped a car over and almost killed Stan, and you’re arguing about who’s more at fault?

CLYDE: Do you think we lost them bro???

TOKEN: I don’t know…

TOKEN: I mean he wrecked my whole car, I cant imagine what else he could do.

CLYDE: I really want these guys to stop chasing us around, I’m not like some… some olympic runner or anything!

TOKEN: I… I think we’re safe…

TOKEN: Guys, I think we’re okay…

CLYDE: Oh thank god… buhhhhghghubuuuuu…

KYLE: What do we do now–

TOKEN: OH WAIT NO NO WE’RE NOT WE’RE NOT OKAY NO NO NONO–

CLYDE: AAAAABBGFHFHDBFDGHBGFHDBBBUUUUUUUUUHHBHB

GREGORY: YOU ALL THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH THE PROBLEMS YOU’VE MADE?

CARTMAN: YES!

GREGORY: YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET EVER FORGETTING ME.

CRAIG: Dude where the hell are we running, we’re not gonna get away from this guy!

KYLE: Jesus, is that the bridge up ahead already?

KYLE: How fast have we been running?

CRAIG: M-maybe if we cross it he won’t be able to pass!

STAN: That’s so fucking stupid dude, what makes you say that?!

CRAIG: I DONT KNOW STAN, WE’RE ALL KIND OF ABOUT TO BE CRUSHED TO DEATH BY A BRITISH GUY WITH TENTACLE HANDS, EXCUSE ME FOR NOT MAKING MUCH SENSE–

KENNY: W-wait– who’s that on the other side of the bridge?

STAN: W…

STAN: Why does…

STAN: That looks like…

CRAIG: Oh no… not him…

PIP: ᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏ

STAN: Dude what the hell is going on, what did you do?!

CRAIG: I said I don’t know– I… I

PIP: Oh lovely, it’s enough for a whole tea party now!

PIP: And there’s more of my old friends here, too!

STAN: ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ

PIP: How splendid!

PIP: The only one we’re missing now is…

PIP: YES.

TOKEN: E-Estella???

STAN: STOP MAKING UP WORDS, STUPID!

CRAIG: C–

CRAIG: Come on let’s just book it past Pip!–

TOKEN: W… wait–

TOKEN: Clyde…?

TOKEN: …Clyde… what’s wrong with your eyes…?

CRAIG: …C-come on… we need to–

CLYDE: Oh…

CLYDE: Will you shut up for a second, you garnish of a cow’s excrement.

TOKEN: C

TOKEN: Cow’s excrement?

CLYDE: It took him long enough…

CLYDE: I’m beginning to hate the stench of hair gel and wotsits…

CLYDE: Not that I ever enjoyed it all before, anyways…

STAN: Dude what are you going on about.

CLYDE: But as I’ve always done, I put up with the wretched stench of another deformed monkey’s scrotum that calls himself a man.

GREGORY: You decided to follow him all the way down here to… what.

GREGORY: Did you follow him down here to “help” him stop me?

TWEEK: Wuh…

TWEEK: N-no-- I–

GREGORY: So you were just standing outside of the house like some sort of idiot, then.

TWEEK: I was about to go in!

GREGORY: Even though I told you I’d do this alone?

GREGORY: Nothing you say adds up here, Tweek.

THOMAS: Wh-what about me? I followed him too–

GREGORY: Mmm, Thomas, we’re not talking to you right now, okay?

GREGORY: You have ties with these people. You know these people.

GREGORY: Tweek knows nothing.

GREGORY: And yet…

GREGORY: He’s making the stupid decision to actually try and make friends with them all.

TWEEK: That’s not what I’m doing!

GREGORY: Oh, it’s not?

GREGORY: We’re not here for games, Tweek.

GREGORY: Or at least, not until we’re finished with our business, first.

TWEEK: I don’t have any business with these guys!

TWEEK: It’s just you and–

GREGORY: Your business is to stick with us until we’re finished.

GREGORY: That’s all I’m asking of you, and somehow you can’t even manage to do that right.

TWEEK: S-says you!

TWEEK: You’re not even doing anything right yourself…

GREGORY: I’m sorry, didn’t you just get hit by a car?

GREGORY: Am I not talking to somebody who just skidded ten feet down the road?

CLYDE: Sorry, that was our fault…

GREGORY: Shut up.

GREGORY: Tweek, you thick headed twat, you really think you can lay there and tell me I’m making mistakes when you–

KENNY: Oh god your hair looks so nasty, dude–

GREGORY: SON OF A–

TWEEK: …

THOMAS: [snort]

TWEEK: …Hah haha,.h,.,.,ha.,…

GREGORY: What… is so damn funny.

TWEEK: You’ve got a flamingo stuck in your head…

GREGORY: Because YOU DIDN’T WARN ME SOMEONE WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME–

GREGORY: RRRRRGG–

CRAIG: DUDE OPEN THE DOOR.

TOKEN: I’M TRYING JUST GIVE ME A SECOND–

CRAIG: WHY DID YOU LEAVE YOUR CAR RUNNING BUT YOU LOCKED THE DOOR???

TOKEN: DUDE– I’M DOING MY BEST HERE JUST–

GREGORY: NONE of you are getting off that easily!

KENNY: Holy shit dude–

TOKEN: OKAY.

TOKEN: DUDE THAT’S MY CAR!

GREGORY: ALL I WANTED WAS STAN MARSH.

GREGORY: And now you’ve all made it very, very personal.

TOKEN: D-dude, my parents are gonna kill me!

KENNY: Come on Token, let’s go!

TOKEN: Do you know how expensive that car was?!

KENNY: Now’s not the time for big numbers, we gotta go!

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Well…

TWEEK: There they go, I guess…

TWEEK: Now everybody’s afraid of us!

THOMAS: E-even Craig’s afraid of me…

TWEEK: Hhg– Is this what you wanted, Gregory?

GREGORY: That’s it.

GREGORY: We’re calling her in.

TWEEK: Agh, what!!!

TWEEK: No way, man!

TWEEK: They all ran off, there’s no way we can–

GREGORY: We’re going after them, you dope.

TWEEK: Wh…

TWEEK: Oh god, please don’t chase them like that.

CRAIG: Take that!

GREGORY: Ow! Hey!

STAN: gasp wheeeeeeeeze

STAN: hhfugyhgjfjdghh

GREGORY: Oh how impeccable, look at what you’ve made me do!

GREGORY: He’s still alive!

GREGORY: That hurt, you little pest…!

CRAIG: How dense is your skull dude, what the hell…

STAN: buhhh…

STAN: it’s ..,. just a ch eap chair, dude…,.,

CRAIG: No it broke cause I’m super strong.

STAN: hhHHhhhhwhhhhatever you say, craig…

CRAIG: Hey I just saved your ass–

GREGORY: You’re both idiots.

GREGORY: You really think it’s that simple to get rid of me, Craig?

GREGORY: You’re dumber than I thought…

GREGORY: And the bar was already very low, mind you!

THOMAS: Don’t you think we should go in there and help…?

TWEEK: Man, I don’t wanna get involved.

TWEEK: If Gregory saw us walk in with Craig, he’d call… you know who.

THOMAS: Okay, but if he saw us just standing around…?

TWEEK: I… I guess–

TWEEK: Who’s…

THOMAS: Dude, maybe you should get out of the street???

TWEEK: N-no, no, they’ll stop for m–

TWEEK: OSDUIFJH(SY*DUFJ

THOMAS: Oh my gHH FUCK– SHIT SHIT– c-COCKFUCKER FUCkING hHHHFUCKHhhUUUGHHHG–

TOKEN: OH!

TOKEN: I thought there was a deer in the road so I–

TOKEN: Oh god what did I hit?

THOMAS: YOU HIT– sHIT FUCK– oh god DAM-HBBLLBUUUGHHHRHGHGH-

STAN: Dude.

KYLE: Dude.

STAN: What the hell is happening out there.

KYLE: Is that Token and Clyde?

STAN: What are those things?

STAN: Oh ew one of them is puking.

GREGORY: Oh for the love of…

GREGORY: What is happening out there?

KYLE: I think Token just hit some winged freak with his car.

GREGORY: Of course he did.

TWEEK: uuuuuuuu…

THOMAS: BHHOURUUHGGHGHHGGHGHGHGHGHLGHLGLGLLLHHHHH

TOKEN: Oh– oh…

TOKEN: It’s that new… guy… demon…

CLYDE: Oh no…

CLYDE: Poor thing…

CLYDE: Is he gonna be okay…?

TOKEN: Well… he’s still moving, I guess.

TOKEN: I dunno how much I want him to be moving, though…

THOMAS: H-how dID yOU NOT SEE HI-fUCK SHIT– HHGJGFIOOUGUGHHH-

CLYDE: Sorry, I saw a deer in the road and Token got scared and swerved!

CLYDE: …Right into…

CLYDE: Aw man…

CLYDE: I know he was a demon but he was cool…

TOKEN: Well what do we… do with him…?

TWEEK: I’mmm not… dead… you assholes…

GREGORY: That’s good.

GREGORY: You can tell me what in the hell is going on here, then.

TWEEK: hhhh…

CLYDE: Oh no it’s you again–

TOKEN: Everything okay?

CLYDE: What? Pssh, yeah dude I’m fine.

TOKEN: It’s okay if you needed a second to yourself or something.

TOKEN: The last few hours have been…

CLYDE: No, no I know bro.

CLYDE: I just needed to pee.

TOKEN: …Alright…

CLYDE: …Where do we go now…?

TOKEN: I don’t really know…

TOKEN: Now that all of the adrenaline has, like… calmed down…

TOKEN: I kinda regret just… running off and driving out here.

CLYDE: Yeah…

CLYDE: Do you think we should go back…?

TOKEN: I think… maybe… we should try and make sure Craig is okay.

TOKEN: Like… what if we just left him there, and he isn’t dead, but he’s like…

TOKEN: I dunno.

CLYDE: No I know, bro.

CLYDE: Maybe I should try calling him or something…

TOKEN: I mean, I wouldn’t expect an answer.

TOKEN: Even if he is alive, he might be too busy to look at his phone.

CLYDE: Yeah, but it’s still worth a shot.

TOKEN: …Okay.

TOKEN: I’m turning the car around and heading back into town.

TWEEK: Are you really gonna try and stop him, man?

TWEEK: You don’t even know what he can do!

CRAIG: I don’t need to hear this shit from a fucking demon, okay?

CRAIG: It’s my fault all of you guys are here, and I’m not gonna let anybody else die by your hands.

CRAIG: I don’t even like Stan.

CRAIG: But he’s not gonna die like Jimmy.

CRAIG: I won’t let that happen.

CRAIG: Oh my god, seriously?

CRAIG: Who the hell is…

CLYDE: OH MY GOD BRO YOU PICKED UP!

CLYDE: TH

CLYDE: This is you, right?

CLYDE: Like, none of the demons have your phone right now, right?

CLYDE: Please say yes.

CRAIG: Dude chill the fuck out, let me speak.

CLYDE: DUDE you have NO idea how happy I am to hear your voice–

CLYDE: DUDE TOKEN, IT’S CRAIG, HE’S OKAY!

CLYDE: DO YOU HEAR TOKEN, BRO?

CRAIG: No, Clyde–

CRAIG: Shut up for a second.

CRAIG: I don’t know where the hell you guys are, but some shit is going down.

CRAIG: And it’s all my fault.

CLYDE: W-Where are you, dude?

CLYDE: We’re in Token’s car, we can come help!

CRAIG: Just…

CRAIG: Get to Stan’s house.

CLYDE: Stan’s house?–

CRAIG: I gotta go.

CRAIG: Don’t call me again.

GREGORY: All these years, hmm?

GREGORY: And you thought you’d never have to face the consequences of what you’ve done…

GREGORY: You didn’t even call anybody.

GREGORY: You didn’t even tell a single soul, now did you?

STAN: hhkh–

GREGORY: Shh shh shh…

GREGORY: No need to speak.

GREGORY: I wouldn’t want you to die running your useless mouth.

GREGORY: I want you to die feeling everything I have over the last eight years, Stan…

GREGORY: I want you to die knowing you’re about to lose everything you’ve ever loved!

GREGORY: I want you to die, as simple as that, and I want you to know there’s nothing you can do about it!

GREGORY: And I’ll be laughing and dancing around your lifeless corpse, and your friends will watch, and they’ll be let go, and they’ll keep on living knowing their best friend was a murderer who never repented for their wrong doings and you’ll be dead knowing ╬ they’re alive and well and that they hate you forever and ever and ever and ever and ╬ ever

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GREGORY: You’ll die a much more memorable death than I, dear friend.