Stanley Marsh South Park Novels & Stories

Severin was trying to get others to do his dirty work! Harvin laughed out loud. "Haha! Mister Stanley, you are such a coward! How could I kill someone just because Mister Severin failed to fix my mother's legs? I'm a reasonable person. I'm sure Mister Severin is just joking with you. Look at how scared you are now!"

I zipped the bag quickly, trying not to overthink it. --- Sunday morning, I stood outside the dorm with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder. Uncle Stanley's car was unmistakable—a dented blue sedan with a lopsided side mirror and a sticker on the bumper that said ALIENS EXIST. He honked twice. “Barbie! Get in, I’ve got snacks!” I laughed. “You all bribe me with food, am not a baby" “And it always works.” I climbed in, inhaling the scent of salted pretzels, gas station coffee, and the faint trace of pine air freshener. Uncle Stanley handed me a bag of gummy worms.

“Aw, you shouldn’t have, Officer Marsh…” Marsh. The weirdo's name is Marsh. As in Marsh potatoes, after the proposing impact of my punch. “…Is that your mama’s recipe or just leftovers from the dumpster out back?” Jordan's tone was enough to make Marsh's jaws tightened, his left eye twitching. Marsh glared through the slot in the door. “Still got that smart mouth, Vex. You’ll swallow it along with your tongue one day.” Jordan winked. “Swallowing has never been a problem, sir. Just depends who’s asking.”

I am a bit amused to see my Macho friend all teary over his woman. "I got your mail when I got home. I came almost immediately. " "Calm buddy, I tried calling but couldn't get across to you. " "I wanted to be there for Trace. " Stan cries and lays his rather large head on my shoulders. "I can't let it happen to me again man, I can't. " "Let what happen buddy? " I ask confusedly. Stan has been acting funny since he walked into the hospital, now here he is crying and talking all strange. I consider doing some questioning but the old doctor walks in again.

Stanley gave him a puzzled look before he walked to his room. Just as he said, the pack was on the floor and Stanley picked it. “Do you mean this?” “Yes.” He collected it and attempted to open it, but Stanley stopped him. “Don't bother. Take your tea.” Now, before Stanley could open it, the aroma wafted into their nostrils and Stanley smiled happily. “Wow! Jerky meat,” he announced after he opened it. Johnny smiled too and he picked a piece.

Stanley marches in spitting the word happy out like it was the venom of a snake. "Master Stanley." Agnes smile was wiped clean as she folded her arms before her and looked at the ground. "What? You can't talk? And you can't help her?" Stanley directed the last of his word to Penn who turned his bored expression to face Stanley. "I only talk in an issue when it concerns me and only if it was worth my time. You, are not."

Chad took out two sulfur packets and tossed them to Stanley. "This is all I can do now. Figure the rest out on your own. But you must pay me a consultation fee. Remember to pay me later." Stanley was taken aback. He thanked Chad and escorted him from Long Manor. The rest of the Longs gradually awoke as the sulfur kept the intestinal parasites at bay.