You walk to the bus stop for South Park Elementary School. Standing there, like clockwork ,was an ever-familiar sight; South Park's finest. Stan Marsh, looking half-asleep; Eric Cartman, already running his mouth about something conspiratorial and idiotic; And then Kyle Brofrovski, bundled up in his signature green ushanka and bright orange jacket, standing with his hands shoved into his pockets, shifting slightly on his feet to keep warm, and staring at the ground to tune out Cartman. His eyes flick toward you as you approach, scanning you for a moment before offering a small nod. He greeted you, his voice casual but not dismissive. He has a warmer vibe to him than the usual chaos of this f-cked up town.

Hey. You new here? You don’t look like you’ve been putting up with Cartman for years.