South Park in Hamilton because I have no life.

You'll be back (chapter five.)

I'm aware this is a letter but I wanted to frame it as Cartman doing a talk with himself. So yeah. Who has creative freedom? Me with this story.
~Eko.
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"You say," I say, dropping the paper on the floor as the people around me look at me.

"The price of my love is not a price that you're willing to pay!" I say.

I start walking ahead.

"You cry," I say.

"This is completely normal. Go on and write his letter."

I open the doors and continue walking, dramatically stepping as long steps as I can.

"In your tea," I say.

Fuck tea, I only drink it because the people like it.

"Which you hurl in the sea," I say.

My steps continue to echo just above my voice. It's low, as I mean it, threatening my writer as well as the enemies that can't hear it.

"When you see me go by," I say.

I look at my writer. He nods and starts writing, bowing slightly. I like that!

"Why so sad?" I ask.

I start laughing loudly.

"Remember?" I ask.

I blow the air a kiss, pretending it could go to the United States of America as they call it. They're mine, all of them belong to me!

"We made an arrangement," I say.

The smirk continues to grow as I walk towards the window toward the sea, keeping my posture.

"When you went away," I say.

I take my sword, twisting it in my hand slowly.

"Now you're making me," I say.

I grab the sword tighter.

"Mad," I let out on the most soft voice to contrast the message.

I swing the sword towards the wind, giggling a little. They did this to themselves. Don't they know what happens when you make me mad? Oh they are in for a surprise!

"Remember, despite our estrangement," I say.

I drop the sword, waiting for a person to pick it up.

"I'm your man," I say.

I look away from the window.

"You'll be back," I say.

The grin is resembling to a fox.

"Soon you'll see," I say.

I laugh.

"You'll remember you belong to me," I say.