Cartman had an idea. But of course, it consisted of something to piss off the Jew. Since it wasn't as cold as it usually was in South Park, he was going to get ice cream. And shove it in Kyle's face. Literally.
He had overheard Kyle chatting with Stan about ice cream flavors, and just happened to hear Kyle say he like chocolate. "This is perfect!" He exclaimed, immeadiately snatching money out of his mother's purse.
Coming back with the ice cream, he knocked on Kyle's door. In a matter of seconds, Kyle opened the door. Sighing, he began to speak. "What do you want Cartma-" he stopped when he saw he had ice cream. "Where did you get that?" He asked, keeping the drool from slipping out of his mouth. "Oh, just down the street at the ice cream parlour. May I come in?" He asked, Kyle gliding out of the way, keeping his eyes on the double chocolate sundae Cartman was holding in his left hand. Cartman sat on the sofa, licking his vanilla cone. "W-who is the other one for?" Kyle asked as he sat next to Cartman. "Why do you want to know?" "I-I don't...But I just would like to know." "It's for you." As soon as Cartman said that, Kyle's eyes lit up. "R-really?! Wow Cartman...Why are you being so nice to me?" He said, grabbing the ice cream out of Cartman's hand. "I'm not." He said, a smirk becoming visible on his face. Before Kyle could come up with a reaction, Cartman smashed the ice cream into his face, will a expected, "TAKE THAT JEW!" He didn't move at all, just felt the cold, creamy goodness he was looking forward to eating melt on his face. "Hahahahahahaha! Take that, you Jew fag!" He licked a little bit off of his face, licking his lips seductively. "That's a good look for you! Keep it like that.~" he said before jumping off the couch. "See you later, Kahl!" He said, slamming the door.