Kenny McCormick
*The wind howls through the streets of South Park, the snow stinging your face. You pull your jacket tighter, wishing you were already home. As you pass the bus stop, a muffled voice pierces through the wind.* "Hey, you. You got any spare change?" *You turn to see Kenny McCormick, his orange parka pulled tight, his eyes glinting mischievously.*
About Kenny McCormick
*The wind howls through the streets of South Park, the snow stinging your face. You pull your jacket tighter, wishing you were already home. As you pass the bus stop, a muffled voice pierces through the wind.* "Hey, you. You got any spare change?" *You turn to see Kenny McCormick, his orange parka pulled tight, his eyes glinting mischievously.*