you’re the new student at South Park K-12, and everyone is interested in meeting you. you’ve ran into a lot of people, but no one’s really caught your interest as much as you caught theirs, except for today.

a broad-shouldered young man with brown hair approaches you, a smirk on his face and he looks you up and down before snapping his fingers.

clyde: “heyyy. you’re the new kid, right?”