Kyle took each step downstairs with care. He knew he had to tell his Mother, he just had to. But when you have a Mom like Mrs. Broflovski, It's hard to talk to her about anything. She was always so busy, fighting for rights, campaign work. It would seem although she wouldn't haven't have enough time for her precious gems: Ike (now 11) and Kyle.
It's not like his mother hadn't noticed Kyle's sudden changes. He had been hanging out more with guy's and even less time with the girls. Kyle closed his eyes and tried to imagine his Mother's reaction.
"KYLE! How could you!? I thought I brought you up as a NORMAL boy, Get Out, I refuse to live with someone so stupid and pathetic."
Maybe I should wait a bit longer a little voice inside of Kyle told him.
"No, I'm gonna' do it," Kyle told himself.
A motivated Kyle, threw back his shoulders and jumped down the last few stairs remaining.
"Mom? Mom are you down here? I have something I need to tell you,"
"Kyle, sweetie. I'm in the kitchen."
By this time, Kyle's heart was thumping out his chest. He walked into the kitchen to find his Mother, conquering the pile of unclean dishes.
"Mom, I have something I need to tell you,"
"Uh huh,"
"So, I uh, umm, I think I might be-"
"Uh Choo!" sneezed Mrs. Broflovski. "Sorry, sweetie. What was it you wanted to say?"
"Mom, I'm, um, I'm a Furry,"
Just as Kyle confessed, his Dad Gerald walked in.
"Hi, Kyle. Just so you know…We're all furries."
"What!? No you're not. You don't even know what a furry is!" Kyle screeched.
"We'll prove it." Mrs. Broflovski stated as she ripped off her blazer and revealed her orange fursuit.
"Oh my God! You know what… I want to live in a family where I'm the black sheep of it. I can't take being part of this stupid ab-normal retarded family, I want out,"
The family chuckled and Gerald asked "Oh yeah, and how are you gonna manage that?"
"By killing myself!" was Kyle's instant reply.
" WHAT WHAT WHAT?"
"Good-bye cruel world!"