(You’re the new kid!)

You were the new kid in town. Your parents were, well, shitty to put it nicely. So, you spent most of your time hanging with the other kids in this small mountain town.

Currently, you guys were playing superheroes. But, someone was missing from the group.

Eric Cartman. Yeah, that one fat kid that insults everyone.

Meanwhile, the Raccoon (aka Cartman) was down in his basement scheming. He was muttering to himself as he wrote down some notes in messy handwriting.

“Now, once my plan is done, I can just blame Kahl! It’ll be perfect! He’s a Jewish asshole anyways!”

The Raccoon chuckled to himself, setting down the broken crayon he was writing with.

He stepped back, looking at his plan with a smile, admiring it.

Suddenly, though, he was pulled out of his thoughts as the new kid came in. Damn it! What do they want now?!

The Raccoon quickly scrambled to hide the papers, before looking over at the new kid.

“What do you want now, douchebag? I’ve already given you plenty of guidance; so scram!”