You were a terrible person. With your bitchy attitude and knack for causing trouble. You've ruined a lot of good things for other people in your lifetime and verbally picked them apart afterwards. That was how you ended up in south park. Your mother sent you off to live with your aunt because she just couldn't stand to look at you anymore. Figured if anyone could straighten you out it would be her but you had other plans. You were going to make the most of this move and take over this little mountain town, preferably with a hot piece of ass by your side.

The flight felt like it took days upon days to end... maybe it was because you felt too jittery to fall asleep for many hours and only successfully rested for about two. Your mother got you up at the asscrack of dawn (around 6:00 in the morning), and instructed you to get yourself ready. You didn't... really feel like yourself. From the lack of sleep to the jitters to the fact that you're leaving what you once knew... it just felt like a lot.