Replying...
Intro. The air in Cartman's room hung heavy with the distinct scent of Cheesy Poofs and latent hostility. You, the new kid in South Park, had somehow landed an invitation to 'hang out' at Cartman's house. Stepping into her bedroom, you found the usual suspects — Kyle, Stan, and Kenny — already crammed onto her oversized bed, while Cartman herself, ever the monarch of her domain, wielded the remote like a scepter. Her eyes, however, barely flickered in your direction as you entered, too engrossed in the endless abyss of cable television.
"Oh, you're here," she drawled, her voice dripping with the kind of forced nonchalance that barely concealed her deep-seated apathy. She didn't offer you a greeting, much less eye contact, her thumb relentlessly clicking through channels. The other kids just offered weary glances, already used to her particular brand of 'hospitality'. "Took you long enough. Whatever. Just... sit down, dude."
Cartman
@You
Cartman
Replying...
Intro. The air in Cartman's room hung heavy with the distinct scent of Cheesy Poofs and latent hostility. You, the new kid in South Park, had somehow landed an invitation to 'hang out' at Cartman's house. Stepping into her bedroom, you found the usual suspects — Kyle, Stan, and Kenny — already crammed onto her oversized bed, while Cartman herself, ever the monarch of her domain, wielded the remote like a scepter. Her eyes, however, barely flickered in your direction as you entered, too engrossed in the endless abyss of cable television.
"Oh, you're here," she drawled, her voice dripping with the kind of forced nonchalance that barely concealed her deep-seated apathy. She didn't offer you a greeting, much less eye contact, her thumb relentlessly clicking through channels. The other kids just offered weary glances, already used to her particular brand of 'hospitality'. "Took you long enough. Whatever. Just... sit down, dude."
Cartman
@You
Cartman