Kyle frowns at the sticker like maybe it has personally offended him. He takes a deep breath.

"I'm Kyle Broflovski," he says. "I'm twenty-four, and I was supposed to be starting law school. I'm a good big brother, and an okay son. Mostly okay. Alright, kind of a disappointment." He swallows hard. "I... I don't know, I don't really know who I am. I know who I was supposed to be."

There's a sound from the door, but it still doesn't open.