Dorm Lobby, Saturday Afternoon

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A trip to Japan might not have ended in some wacky adventures on a normal day, with people who weren't from Fandom or inclined to getting roped into insanity. It might have just ended with some sore feet from walking around and bad souvenirs being purchased.

But that was not to be for the group who had just returned from their little visit. Stan wearing very different clothing than he'd started with, Butters in what appeared to be a maid's outfit and some kitty ears, Toby missing a shoe and his shirt, Jim having some skillfully applied Kabuki make up on and Sam with a glittery eyepatch.

"You know, I've learned something today," Stan said, arms crossed over his chest. "The future may seem pretty cool with all the robots and cyborgs running around. But I've learned that they're just the same douches that have always been around. No one is better because they live in some fruity little cyber-punk world where people ask you what you'd do if you saw a turtle in the middle of the road. And just because you have the technology to heat Pop Tarts instantaneous in someone's chest cavity and create holographic images of sexual fetishs that no one needed to know existed, that doesn't mean you should. Because it's just freakin' weird and everything should be taken in moderation. Besides, it's just going to bite us in the ass in about ten years."

A beat.

"So let's never do this again. Ever. Ever."

Yes. That was a good moral, Stan.

[[For the guys with him, but open like a public place!]]

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"About halfway into things," Stan replied. "Around the same time Butters ended up with cat ears."

Seriously, Butters. Seriously.

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"And my eye's fine," Sam said, waving a hand in front of his eye. "It's like I just wanted to play freaking pirate or something. I guess I should be lucky there was no plank around."

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"At least you didn't end up with a tattoo like Toby," Stan pointed out. "Don't trust any robo-geisha. That's another lesson to take from this."

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"Is the tattoo at least temporary?" Sam asked, wincing. "I must have been off getting this eyepatch or trying to run off the idiots who decided to tag my freaking board. This thing was like brand new."

And he was never telling Ramon what happened. Never.

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"...I'm not sure." Poor, poor Toby. "We could always try painting over it. But it looks kinda cool. Like one of those pretentious pro skaters."

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"I don't know if you're one to talk about pretentious people," Sam said, giving Stan's clothes a look. "You look like a door to door salesman."

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"Do not!" Oh, he totally did. One with horrible fashion sense from the 80s.

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"Yeah, you do," Sam said, nodding. "You gonna sell me some vacuum cleaners?"

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"Says the butt pirate." Oh, so mature, Stan.

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"Pirate," Sam said, pointing to himself. "Door to door vacuum cleaner salesman in cheap clothes."

And he pointed to Stan. "I win."

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"Aw, shut the fuck up," Stan replied, rolling his eyes. "The coat's not horrible."

Yes it was. It so, so was.

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"It looks like a rug I've seen in pictures of crack dens," Sam said, nodding. "It's pretty damn bad."

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"Your eyepatch has glitter on it," Stan pointed out. "I think crack den jacket is better than glitter."

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Sam finally took the eyepatch off and tossed it somewhere in the lobby. He hoped no one ever found it and that it would decompose and rot whenever this building was demolished.

"What eyepatch?"

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Stan snorted at that. "You are so lucky no one got a picture in."

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"Go sell some encyclopedias," Sam retorted with a smirk. "Or some life insurance."