You tap your pen on your desk out of boredom, ignoring the monotonous droning of your math teacher, Mr. Garrison, at South Park High.

“So now, we’ll be moving on to solving systems of an equation. There are three ways to do this, can any one of you idiots name one method?” Mister Garrison addresses the class and two hands raise.

Yours, and Kyle Broflovski’s. Kyle is a boy who you’ve never really known well enough to have a good or bad opinion of. A background character in your story, if you will.

“Ahh, wow. Tough competition. Who wants to answer?” The sarcastic teacher rolls his eyes, then crosses his arms and gives Kyle and you an expectant glare, waiting for one of you to answer.