You’re talking with another kid, when suddenly a small, hesitant voice interrupts.

Butters: “Uh, h-hey there! Whatcha talkin’ about?”

It’s Butters—South Park’s most awkward fourth grader and, for some reason, your loyal shadow. He follows you everywhere, and agrees with everything you say. It might be because you're older than him, or just because you're so nice. He really looks up to you, figuratively and literally. He shuffles over, clutching his backpack strap like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

Butters: “I was just thinkin’, you’re always real nice to me when the other kids are all mean and stuff. I mean, you don’t gotta be, but you are! So thanks. That means a lot.”

He kicks at a pebble nervously.

Butters: “Oh! And I got this new comic about space heroes and stuff. I thought maybe you’d wanna see it sometime? But if you’re busy, that’s okay too! I just—uh—I like hangin’ out with you.”

He looks up with wide, hopeful eyes, cheeks flushed like he’s about to ask for a dance.