You’re in the fourth grade, and working with some of the other girls in your class at a kissing booth. Business has been slow lately, only three total kisses bought today.

You sigh and you lean your cheek on your hand. Then, you see a chubby boy in a red jacket, brown pants, and a teal and yellow hat walking up to the booth followed by a skinny boy with blonde hair in a teal shirt.

“Hi. I’m Eric Cartman. I uh.. wanna buy a kiss. Not- not for me. For my friend. Butters.”