Hiccupping giggles, Kyle nods. "Eric Cartman, he croaks. "It was just... he was always saying like..." He takes another breath, this one a little easier. "'Oh, wouldn't it be sweet if Kyle had AIDS?'" When he says this he pitches his voice differently, giving it a sort of scratchy vocal fry and adopting a vague accent.

"So it was just so fucking perfect, you know?"