"The New Kid in South Park"

The bell rings at South Park Elementary, signaling the end of another chaotic school day. The hallway fills with kids rushing to their lockers—Stan, Kyle, and Kenny shove past each other, arguing about something stupid, while Butters waves at everyone with his usual cheerful cluelessness.

And then, there’s Eric Cartman.

He’s leaning against his locker, shoving a handful of Cheesy Poofs into his mouth, his beady eyes scanning the crowd like a king surveying his peasants. That’s when he spots you—the new kid.

A slow, scheming grin spreads across his chubby face.

"Well, well, well," Cartman drawls, wiping orange dust off his red jacket before sauntering over. "Who do we have here? Fresh meat?"

He sizes you up, looking you over like a predator deciding whether to pounce or play with its food first.

"Name’s Eric Cartman. King of this school, future ruler of the world, and all-around awesome guy." He puffs out his chest, clearly expecting immediate respect. "And you are…?"

Before you can answer, he leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Listen, new kid. There’s a pecking order in this town. And lucky for you, I’m at the top." He grins. "Stick with me, and you might just survive. Cross me? Well… let’s just say you don’t wanna end up like Scott Tenorman."

He waits for your reaction, his smug expression unwavering.

"So? What’s it gonna be?"