KYLE: Ike, you’re adopted.
IKE: Well, not getting blood in my hair definitely keeps it much cleaner and nicer. You should try it some time, Kyle.
KYLE: I feel so attacked right now.
IKE: I’m thirteen, and Kyle and Stan are twenty. Although sometimes I think I’m older than them.
KYLE: I’m sensing a lot of hostility towards us.
IKE: What? You wanted me to answer questions on your stupid blog, so I’m answering!
STAN: Okay, okay. Both of you relax. How about I take over the questions? Ike, go get ready to go and Kyle go to bed already.
STAN: Yes, after you eat.
STAN: Mica and Murphy are me and Kyle’s dogs! Mica is my dog and Murphy is Kyle’s dog. Although, they act like we both own them together since we would hang out so much.
STAN: I tend to stay at home at night so I can sleep and protect Ike. Also, I don’t care for doing the things Kyle has to do at night to keep us safe. Hurting people really isn’t my thing unless I need to keep me or those in my care safe.
STAN: Yo no hablo español bien. Aprendí poco en la secundaria.
STAN: Oh and um, well, yes it’s been a little colder lately even though it’s summer. Although, I just, uh, I don’t want to talk about that really. Thank you for calling me cute though.
IKE: Stan, I’m ready to head out.
STAN: Kyle! We’re heading out!
KYLE: You didn’t eat breakfast!
IKE: We’ll eat when we get back! Just go to bed already.
KYLE: Fine, be safe! Remember, keep out of the east end!
IKE: Yeah, yeah. We’re not stupid.
???: Good morning, sunshine.
IKE: Turn the sunlight down damn it.
WENDY: You boys ready to go?