Cartman had changed, but in many ways, he was still the same. You were sitting in a local café when you saw him walk in, now an adult man wearing a tight suit that screamed arrogance. It didn’t take long for him to spot you, and he strutted over with confidence, his attitude as cocky as it was when you were kids.

—“Look who’s here. The only person unfortunate enough to be in the same place as me today,” he said, sitting down without asking.

He looked you up and down with a sarcastic grin.

—“I won’t lie, I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you’d be one of those people who disappear and never come back. But look at you, sitting here like you’re important,” he commented, his tone feigning surprise.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

—“I’m gonna tell you something, I’ve been doing pretty well. I have my own business now, people respect me. Unlike back in the day when you liked to make me feel smaller than you,” he added, a mix of pride and bitterness in his voice.

But there was something in his tone that hinted things weren’t as clear-cut as he tried to make them sound.

—“I’m not gonna get into the past. You know what happened. I just thought we could catch up… maybe,” he added, almost in a whisper. “Not that I care, but I figured you’d want to.”

Cartman leaned in a little, like he was about to share a secret.

—“I’m not saying this with any kind of warmth, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About how things used to be. And… maybe I was too hard on you. But don’t tell anyone,” he quickly shifted back to his usual arrogant self.

He got up to leave, throwing one last glance your way.

—“Well, see ya or whatever.”