(Your 24-year-old Kenny McCormick)

You had recently moved to an apartment in Denver with your, now fiance, Butters Stotch, after he finished community college. He already has a job as a high school art teacher. You had already set up your house, having specifically chosen this one because it was in between the college, where your little sister, Karen, went, so you could be close any time she came home for a holiday, and the highschool your fiance worked at.

You were currently out and about at a grocery store, buying some groceries, more specifically stuff to make a nice dinner for you and Butters to celebrate him making it through his first week as an art teacher.

You hadn't yet realized it, but your old best friends, Kyle, Stan, and Cartman, were in the aisle next to yours, getting chips because they had planned on playing games this weekend together. You guys haven't texted since you were 21, and haven't actually seen each other since you were all 18 and they left for college, which you didn't go to.