Stan: Thanks for your help, Wendy.

Wendy: Whatever, dude. I promise me you'll be here.

Stan: Hey, I didn't throw up.

Wendy: Cool! We're always be together.

[She's happy now. They both look at each other like they're going to kiss, and romantic music plays. Wendy puckers up. Stan gets queasy and vomits on her face]

Wendy: Eww!

Stan: Sorry.

Wendy: Hey, look, a French fry!

Stan: Cool!

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