"Oh. Have a good afternoon everyone."

I get up and walk up to the teacher.

"Thank you for the class, ma'am," I say.

"Thank you for being so active, Kyle," she answers.

"It's really nothing," I say.

She nods.

"Your friend is waiting for you," she says.

I look at Butters from the corner of my eye.

"I have to go, ma'am," I say.

"Of course, Kyle," she says.

I wave at her before going over to Butters.

"Well... we have about 50 minutes," I say.

He nods.

"How is the student council?" I ask.

"People were pretty pissed that it's me, not you or someone else," Butters says.

"I mean, I refuse to do that. It'd take time from things that I like to do with my time. Why would I like to be a part of something I have been the leader of since fifth grade?" I ask.

"I don't know. To be honest, Wendy and Token are alright. The others just think I'm like an incredibly stupid dog, following because I have to. I mean, Wendy is an asshole as well, but if i give an idea, she at least listens to it," Butters says.

"That's stupid of them, to think you're dumb. You're not from the stupid side of the spectrum at all. I would argue you're really smart," I say.

"If my grades say something, I'm painfully aware," Butters says.

"There isn't only one type of intelligence. Think about Stan and Kenny. Stan isn't very book smart, but he is, if we talk about being street smart, really smart. Kenny is the same, but he is also intelligent because he learns languages so easily. Think about it, he is almost a translation," I say.

"I'm neither of those things," Butters says.

"I could argue that you're socially intelligent. As hard as it is to say, everyone is intelligent, even... you know who," I say.

"Voldemort was a smart man, especially in the books," Butters says.

"I meant Cartman," I say.

"You called him intelligent? Who are you and what have you done to Kyle Broflovski?" He asks.

"Oh no, I must be a robot then," I say, sarcastically.

"Yeah yeah, you were supposed to read your lines over, remember?" Butters asks.

"I thought about it. I know my lines, dancing is off," I say.

"Oh no. Please don't," Butters says.

"We are doing our own version and Bebe really badly wanted to have a song. She's surprisingly good. It couldn't go to waste!" I say.

"I'm guessing she's the snow queen?" Butters asks.

I nod.

"So we settled for mrs and mr Feckpaska writing a couple of songs. Obviously they made it so Cartman has as many songs as possible," I say.

"What character is he?" Butters asks.

"The crow. They made the crow have a bigger role just to fit 3 songs in," I say.

"Crow... I don't remember that part of the story," Butters says.

"Do you remember the old woman that tries to keep the girl from saving the boy? Well the crow is just after that. However, it's not in every version," I say.

"How did you fit 3 songs in?" Butters asks.

"Basically we just made him talk in songs," I say.

Butters snickers.

"Imagine that. Just always singing in real life," Butters says.

"I'd be pretty quiet. My voice doesn't hold a performance... although I wished it did," I say.

"Stan and Eric would just always be singing, everyone else would try their best not to. They've got the best voices here," Butters says.

"Wendy has a good voice. Craig's voice doesn't suck either," I say.

"True. To be honest, I would avoid singing at all costs, no matter, how good my voice is, if it is good in someone's opinion," Butters says.

"Your voice isn't the worst. I do hear it, you know," I say.

"I might stay at yours for half a week at a time, I'd be surprised, if you did not hear me sing at some point," Butters says.

"True. Mom is pissed though. She says Kenny and you just suddenly started coming. At the same time, she treats Stan like her third son. No, she treats him better than me and Ike," I say.

"Stan's likeable," Butters says.

"Not really more likeable than you, I understand that mom doesn't like Kenny sleeping over, she will check on us like two times an hour, if it's just the two of us, just to make sure we're not fucking," I say.

"Why would you do something with her in the house?" Butters asks.

"I don't know. Every time, Kenny tries to get me to make sex noises just to piss off mom, saying it'd be fun," I say.

"Why? Making Sheila angry seems like the opposite of fun," Butters says.

"Thank you, Leo," I say.

"Have we just established that Kenny calls me Butterfly, you call me Leo and Stan calls me whatever he decides to call me that day?" Butters asks.

"Yes, we have," I say.

"Cool," Butters says.

I hear my phone ring, looking at it.

"Who is it?" Butters asks.

"Nobody. I have game notifications on... apparently. I didn't know that," I say.

"That's weird," Butters says.

"Anyway. Wanna go see Stan and Kenny?" Butters asks.

"Are they outside today?" I ask.

"Yeah," Butters says.

"That's stupid, it'll probably start raining soon," I say.

"When does it not rain or snow over here?" Butters asks.

"That's all my Scottish friends talk about, the weather. They even say that exact sentence," I say.

"What can I say? I'm probably Scottish in heart," Butters says.

"Stan is already British in heart. I don't need more people from the same island," I say.

"The island isn't that small though," Butters says.

"It's small enough to be an island," I say.

"Very true. But it's still fairly full of people," Butters says.

"Yeah, that doesn't to anything about the size though," i say.

"We were about to see Stan and Kenny. Right?" Butters asks.

"Oh shit, yeah," I say.