"Well Wendy said that Heidi had wanted to go out with you on a date for a while now, but Heidi didn't want to go alone, so Wendy said that she and I would go out on a double date with you and Heidi, and Wendy asked me if I wanted to and I said yes because I wanted to go on a date with Wendy for the first time and this was my opportunity so I took it."
"STAN, I HATE YOU AND YOUR STUPID BLACK ASSHOLE. YOU ARE SUCH A GODDAMN JEW LOVER! I HATE YOU. I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
Stan felt the same way. "You think I don't hate you! What is your problem? Most guys actually want to go on a date."
"YEAH BUT I DON'T," Cartman screamed back at Stan.
"Well why not? Why are you going out with Heidi anyway if you don't want to go on a date with her?"
"Because I don't want all of the guys to know..." Cartman's voice trailed off.
"Don't want the guys to know what?"
"I can't tell you."
"Ever since the group broke up in sixth grade you've been different. You're still the same asshole you've always but something as changed about you... You're going on the date Cartman. Even if you don't want too, you're going."
"Whatever. And I have no clue what the hell you mean. I haven't changed."
"Sure." Stan headed for the lunchroom. "See you tonight.
Cartman knew that he had changed. Nobody knew what had changed but him.
