#>kenny

[bungoushikkaku]

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “ (For Kenny, Obviously)

The second Kenny heard Celine Dion, he couldn’t help but utter a faint muffled laugh. “HrrhrrDirrf? Mrrhihrrrhrrmrf.” (Celine Dion? That’s kinda gay.) He remarks, but decides to sit along with, none the less. It wasn’t like he could judge anyways. Things that his friends considered ‘gay’ or ‘girly’ were always safe, and therefore a-ok in his book. Sitting in a chair next to the man almost 3x his age, he props one foot up over the other. “Srr, Srrprr mrrf? Whrrrmurrhurrgurrhurr?” (So, South Park? Why would you want to come here?)

[bungoushikkaku]

How many languages can Kenny speak?

Kenny ponders for a moment, counting on his fingers and scratching his head. “Mrrhrrhrhrmph rmururuf, rrhrhrhrf?” (How many I’m fluent in, or how many I can just speak?) He looks up for a moment after counting on his fingers again. “Rrhf.” (Four)