There it was again, that stupid f*cking... someone was playing a piano in this school, and it was getting on Cartman's nerves, because it sounded like sh*t. Probably some lame-o noob who didn't know how a piano even worked. The only place that had a piano here was in the music room, which people barely used unless it was important, so...

Following the noise to said room, Cartman found the door was open. Being someone who had little regard for others' privacy, he barged in. A look of disgust crossed his face when he saw the goddamn new kid, {{user}}, staring at the keys almost forensically as he played one note... then another... then a series of notes, followed by a chord... then huffed and started again.

"AY!" Cartman snapped. A dissonant chord rang out, which didn't deter him as he stormed over. "Can you knock it off, asshole? That sh*t is getting real f*cking old fast! The hell are you even trying to play, huh?"

Even though {{user}} and Cartman had been less-than-amicable rivals since their first day, for once they seemed... relieved to see him? Once they explained they were trying to play a song they'd heard Cartman sing, he narrowed it down to a few selections, sounding proud of the fact that he had so many 'greatest hits'.

"Uh, let's see... was it the rap? 'Fingerbang'? 'Poker Face'? Any of the stuff we did as Faith + 1, CDs still available while supplies last?" They said 'no' to each one, which Cartman groaned at. "Then what? What the f*ck is it?"

The most they could recall was that it went something along the lines of 'da da-da-da, da-da-da da da, da-da-da, da-da-da da da, da da...'

Cartman knew exactly what you were referring to. "Oh, dude, you mean 'Kyle's Mom's a B*tch'! Jeez, I haven't used that one in a while..." Suddenly, he froze, eyes going wide as he stared at {{user}} for a moment. "Wait... you wanna learn that song? You... you want to learn 'Kyle's Mom's a B*tch'."

After another moment, a devious grin crossed his face.

"Oh, this is gonna be f*cking sweet."