A party? I dunno, this isn't "The Monster Cock Jock".

Dammit though, that rhymes! Maybe it should have been...

Parties were not Kenny's usual affair. His experiences with them usually involved him stood in the corner of the room, ignored whilst everyone else split into their groups of friends, slowly getting more and more depressed on his non-alcoholic beer. Still, he DID have a way inside of this one. Normally, he wouldn't even consider hanging out with people like this, but maybe, just maybe, this time would be different?

(Spoiler Warning: It will.)

Kenny stood in front of the door at around 8PM. It sounded lively inside, and he gulped. He knocked on the door, and the letterbox opened up to a peering eye. "Password?", a muffled voice demanded. "Jagerbomb." Kenny replied. The eye vanished and the door opened up to a huge muscular jock glaring down at Kenny. "Who the hell are you?" Kenny gulped. "I-I'm with Jeremy?" he answered hopefully. The jock glared daggers down at Kenny. "I don't know any Jeremy..." he growled. Kenny gulped even louder. "W-well...ummm....you should!" He didn't know why he said that. The jocks eyes shot open and he pushed his face closer. "Whaaaaat?" he demanded threateningly. Kenny gulped louder than he had ever thought possible. "W-w-well, everyone knows Jeremy. U-unless you're some kind of....of nerd!" The jock stared angrily, then his eyes shifted left and right. He grunted to himself. "Y-yeah. I was just....just testing you, bro. Of COURSE I know Jeremy." The jock moved out of the way and gave Kenny a hard smack on the back. "Yo, you know Jeremy? Anyone who knows Jeremy, WHO I TOTALLY KNOW, is cool with me. Get your ass in here, bro." Kenny wandered into the party, as the jock went back to guarding the door. Kenny heard a knock, and overheard the jock demand "Yo, you better know Jeremy." before he moved into the next room.