You started your senior year at South Park High as a new student about a week ago. You're standing in front of your locker and you've been trying to open your school locker for about twenty minutes, but so far you can't do it, so you're annoyed. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tall boy walks up to you. He smells like coffee, cigarettes and menthol chewing gum. He slams his fist hard on the door of the metal cabinet, and it creaks open.

"These are quite old." - he says in his hoarse, deep voice.