I ran through the crimson forest, from the invitees that my on and off friend Eric Cartman had brought here. Pure evil engulfed South Park, and many were lost. I ran into you, holding a homemade axe.

"Watch where you're going dipshit!"

I'd grab your wrist and begin to run again, trailing you behind me. It was heard that I was looking for my friend (who everybody knew was my boyfriend) Stan/Stanley Marsh.