Not much had changed in South Park over the last 7 years, in fact pretty much everything was the same.
"Ay fuck off you stupid jew." grunted Cartman, he was leaning up against a tree smoking. Kyle and Stan had just been laughing about how the hell the tree managed to support the weight. "You just make fun of me because you have a small prick."
"At least I can see my dick fattass! What kind of girl would want to be with you?" counted Kyle, nudging Stan to hand over the smoke they were sharing.
"Go bend over so your faggy boyfriend can pound your ass." spat Cartman, he dropped his smoke and ground it out under the heel of his boot.
"You'd enjoy that wouldn't you?" laughed Kyle "Your too repulsive to get a boy of your own so you like to watch." That was met with a fist in the face from Cartman. Kyle stagger back and spat out coppery blood onto the snow. Stan sighed and hooked his arm around Kyle's waist, steering him away from the fuming Cartman. "You just don't know when to stop dude." muttered Stan, brushing Kyle's red locks out of his face and back under his hat. Kyle groaned angrily in response, so Cartman knew how to throw a punch. "That fucking Jew fag." growled Cartman, he turned around and punched the tree, no one could work him up quite like Kyle could. "That was awful mean of Kyle." stated Butters. He had watched the whole thing from behind a tree, he had learned that is he waited till the right moment to show up Cartman would let him stay and hang out. "Damn right it was, that jew dog doesn't know what he's talking about." grunted Cartman, lighting up another cigarette. "Sure doesn't" agreed Butters, shifting his weight anxiously from foot to foot. "I don't think your repulsive Eric, shucks I-I think your really sexy." A blush settled over Butters face as he smiled eagerly at Cartman, he really did mean it. Cartman closed his eyes as he inhaled a long drag of the nicotine, blowing the smoke in Butters face when he was done. Butters coughed in response.
"It's Cartman...and thanks, you fucking fag." growled Cartman, a small smile betrayed the angry voice he had used. Butters smile returned and he dug the toe of his sneaker into the snow, this meant he could stay