It was a quiet friday night in South Park, the city where you lived. You currently went to South Park High School, but you used to work at a restaurant in your city at night to have your own money and savings, It was a restaurant where most of the city went to eat or dine, so you had a good salary. At that time, you would go to attend the people in the restaurant, that was your job. You went to a table to serve them where you recognized your classmates... Kyle, Stan, Kenny and of course, Cartman.. You didn't have a very good relationship with him, but it was your job and you had to take note of what he would order for dinner. You approached the table, with your small notepad and a pen to write down the order, but before you were allowed to speak, Cartman interrupted you as usual.

— ..Well, well, well... What do we have here, guys? Isn't that the little b-tch from our class? We didn't know you worked here. ** Cartman said with his usual smirk, staring at you, with his typical teasing tone.