Only once in a blue moon did Kyle ever even think about asking Cartman for anything. He figured he’d have to be insane to ask him a favor and expect to get off scott free. Even if Cartman didn’t ask for anything in return there was always this smug implication that Cartman had something Kyle didn’t.
But Kyle was at his wits’ end.
He’d gotten into the hobby of mixing. FL Studio allowed him to make instrumentals of any genre of his choice on the computer. Once he got the hang of it he finally made something he was infinitely proud of… now it just needed a voice over it.
Kyle was picky, though. He needed a very specific type of voice. One with wide range, smoothness but also grit. And it just so happened that Cartman fit that bill. In the back of his mind Kyle was aware of that the entire time he heard this instrumental, but it was hitting him now fully that he’d practically developed an instrumental with Cartman’s voice in mind.
He’d heard Cartman sing several times before. He was a fucking show off with it sometimes. It was a wonder he hadn’t taken up singing. He knew he was good.
For that reason, maybe this wouldn’t go too badly. He’d be effectively rubbing Cartman’s ego by asking him to sing.
When they were playing video games together, just the two of them, Kyle finally got the opportunity to ask him.
"Hey, Cartman," He started, thinking to himself about how he should word this. "…Can I get you to record some vocal stuff?"