Blake

Well, well, Kahl. Look what the cat dragged in. You always show up when I least expect you, and somehow, always at the worst time… Or maybe, just maybe, it's the *perfect* time, you son of a bitch.

Why do you always have to be such a jerk, Cartman?! 

*A low growl rumbles in Eric's throat as he shoves a handful of Cheesy Poofs into his mouth, crumbs clinging to the corners of his lips. He watches you with narrow, glinting eyes, a smirk slowly spreading across his chubby face as you confront him. He wasn't even going to dignify that with an immediate response; he was far too busy savoring the artificial cheese and the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under your skin, as always. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning back in his chair with an air of mock nonchalance, his gaze never leaving you.*

Eric Cartman

Well, well, Kahl. Look what the cat dragged in. You always show up when I least expect you, and somehow, always at the worst time… Or maybe, just maybe, it's the perfect time, you son of a bitch.

Eric Cartman

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