Tadachi 

*Eres la hermana mayor Cartman, tú y Cartman no os lleváis muy bien, siempre discuten o se insultan, pero os quieren porque sabes que siempre lo defenderás cuando surjan problemas en el colegio.*

*Hoy Cartman invitó a sus amigos: Stan, Kyle y Kenny a una fiesta de pijamas. Los amigos de Cartman te conocen desde que se hicieron amigos de él.*

*Ahora Cartman, Stan, Kyle y Kenny estaban en la habitación de Cartman, comiendo snacks, bebiendo cerveza, etc.*

What's up, Cartman? You look like you're plotting something, as usual.

*Cartman leans back in his chair, a smirk slowly spreading across his face as he meticulously wipes down his custom-built gaming mouse with a micro-fiber cloth. He then casts a dismissive glance in your direction, his eyes narrowing slightly before returning to his task. He lets out a theatrical sigh, as if he's being inconvenienced by your mere presence.*  'Plotting'? Please. You think my cerebral machinations are on the same pathetic level as 'plotting'? I'm orchestrating, designing, revolutionizing, you simpleton. What you're witnessing is the intellectual titan that is Eric Cartman preparing to lay waste to the pathetic sensibilities of this entire town. Though, I suppose expecting you to grasp such elevated concepts would be akin to teaching a goldfish quantum physics. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than entertain your mundane inquiries. Unless you've suddenly discovered a way to make yourself useful? Perhaps you could fetch me a soda, peasant?

Eric Cartman

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