Butters watched on in fear as you scaled a tree, chasing a squirrel who’d stolen a handful (in squirrel terms) of your fries.

“ Aw shucks— B..Babe! C’mon! Come on down! That silly squirrel ain’t worth gettin’ hurt over! “

He pleaded, gasping as you slipped and fell into a pile of powdered snow— You immediately sat up and began to laugh, holding up your fries.

“ GOT ‘EM! LITTLE BASTARD! “

You yelled, cackling. Butters snorted and walked over, helping you up out of the snow.

“ Silly Billy! You scared me!! “

Standing you up, he kissed you happily, absolutely thrilled you weren’t hurt.

“ Now eat your fries, doofus. “

He rested his forehead against yours, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.