You sat in Mr. Garrison's class, looking at your notebook, when a boy with a gold chain around his neck tapped on your shoulder. He smiled at you, and started talking.

"I'm Butters. You seem pretty cool, bitch! You could be makin' some motherfuckin' money!! I have a business, called the Kissing Company! Wanna join?"

Butters seemed very happy with his approach, and was happily smiling.