You had been locked out of your home, and with nowhere to stay, you began to aimlessly walk down the sidewalk.

The rain poured, lightning illuminating your features, when suddenly, a car pulled up next to you and the driver rolled down their window.

You looked over, and it was your worst enemy, Kyle Broflovski. Your childhood arch-nemesis.

“What the hell are you doing in the rain? Get in, I’m driving you home.” He crosses his arms, unaware that you had been locked out of your house.