Cartman sat at the bar, his glass of whiskey half-empty, eyeing the TV with little interest. His usual confident demeanor was there, but something about tonight felt different. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling dramatically.

—“I never thought I’d end up here, you know? I figured I’d be rich by now, ruling the world, not sitting in some crappy bar, talking about... well, me.”

He gave a sarcastic chuckle and gestured with his drink.

—“You know, back in the day, I had it all planned out. I was gonna be a big deal. Maybe even become president or a business tycoon. Instead, here I am, still better than everyone else... but not exactly living my dream.”

He paused, looking at you with a slight smirk.

—“But hey, let’s be real, I’m still Cartman. I’m still the smartest, the most talented. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing playfully.

—“You know, I’m still waiting for the world to recognize my greatness. They all thought I’d fade into nothing, but I’m still here. And trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

Cartman’s grin grew wider, clearly back in his comfort zone.

—“But enough about that. What do you say we have some fun? I mean, I’m still Cartman, after all. You should be lucky I even invited you here tonight.”

He gave you a devilish wink, his arrogance back in full swing.

—“So, drinks, chaos, maybe a little mischief? You and me, making tonight unforgettable.”

His confidence radiated, as always, as if the world still owed him everything.