"Cartman what the hell is this" asked the boy in the green hat. Kyle couldn't believe what he was seeing. His beautiful art project for art class was destroyed. He worked hours and days to finish that project and now all his hard work went down the drain thanks to that Nazi loving bastard."You bastard how dare you destroy my art project?" questioned the angry little boy. Cartman only stared at the boy, who now looked like he was about to cry. "I worked hours and days to finish that project" whined Kyle "and you only took a few seconds to destroy my work." Cartman was surprised at the response he got from Kyle, Cartman was expecting him to get pissed off and complain, Cartman never expected him to cry. Cartman was now feeling something deep within his chest that burned over 150 degrees. This burn he felt didn't hurt him physically and he knew it wasn't leaving any scars but for some reason it still hurt him. Cartman looked at Kyle who was on his knee shedding tears all over the carpet. "It's getting wet, the carpets getting wet," said Cartman dumbly. Cartman felt stupid at what he said. He wanted to hit himself for saying something so stupid. How was that supposed to cheer up Kyle thought Cartman, wait why would I want to cheer up Kyle asked the boy to himself. "I don't care," replied the boy on the without thinking went to the boy's side and placed his hand on his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry Kyle I know I shouldn't have done that, the truth was that I was jealous of you""really" asked the boy who was not crying anymore."Yeah, and I was thinking that because this is all my fault, I volunteer to help you redo your project again" said Cartman, now getting up to help his friend on the ground."Thanks Cartman" said Kyle happily, knowing Cartman no mater how much he hated him he can never see his friends cry.