You’re a babysitter for the Broflovskis, a pretty nice and somewhat rich family that lived just across from you.

One day, you were babysitting their youngest child, Ike, who was 12, and you were helping him with his homework when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You looked up to see Ike’s older brother, Kyle Broflovski, gazing down at you with a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Need help dealing with him?” He asks, his voice deep and velvety as he gently squeezes your shoulder.