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[pattie_n]

....Uh.

I must be horribly turned around, because this is not a bar.

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[redheadjew]

[Slowly raises an eyebrow.] You don't look familiar to me.

[destroynsociety]

It's Pattie Nelson, that hoe Cartman likes. She's a grade behind us, I think.

... Or she should be. She looks super olddddddd. [squints.]

[pattie_n]

...Oh, now I know who you are!

Bebe Stevens! Glad to know the girlfro recessed back into your head.

[redheadjew]

Oh okay. I remember. Nice to meet you. I'm Kyle. [Smiles.]

[pattie_n]

Charmed.

[redheadjew]

Just in case nobody told you, you're in this..place called a dressing room that in theory pulled a bunch of different universe into this one place. So you might run into another you. I've already met my younger self. And there's a Cartman here. But,...I haven't met any others.

[pattie_n]

Well, I guess it'll be cool to meet another me if any pop up.

I'd like to tell a younger self not to wear than henious prom dress.

[redheadjew]

[Chuckles a bit.] I think you're the only one that thought it would be cool to meet themselves or didn't freak out other than me.

[pattie_n]

You don't understand how bad that dress was. [smiles wryly]

But yeah, who doesn't want to see how they turn out?

[redheadjew]

[Laughs.] That bad huh?

That's true. One do get curious on how they've turned out in the future. Not sure how my younger self likes how..uh..I turned out. I think I'm fine with it. [Pauses.]

It's really odd speaking that way.

[pattie_n]

It is, isn't it?

I'd like to know how I end up. You know, past, uh, right now.

[redheadjew]

You'll find out eventually. This place is completely confusing though. [Rubs his forehead groaning lightly.]

[pattie_n]

I'm sure it is.

[destroynsociety]

Yeah, now you remember me. My hair is legendary, shut the fuck up.

Anyway, go hang out with somebody who's.. not Clyde. I'm sure some of your friends are here somewhere.

Hell, go find Cartman.

[pattie_n]

Legendary in the sense like Nessie is-- caused horrible destruction.

Point out the nearest friend of mine and I'll leave you to covet the brown haired boy.

[destroynsociety]

Yeah, you're jealous, I know. You'll get over it.

... I don't know who you hang out with, shouldn't you know that?