This is their first argument since they made it Facebook official, and it feels different, somehow. Weighted, heavier than all that stuff from when they were just kids. Cartman swallows.
"How do I know you care about me and this isn't part of your Jew scheme to get more Jew gold?"
"How do I know you really love me and this isn't the third step in a twenty-three step process to humiliate me and destroy my life?"
"Kahl, please." Cartman rolls his eyes. "I'd marry you."
"Seriously," Kyle says, face red. "I think we should at least live together first."