They would pay, they would all pay.
Stan, Kyle, Eric. They laughed at him and treated him like shit. No more.
A flash, of lighting no…of inspiration reflects against Butters' window. He looked back at a roll of tinfoil his mom had left out from dinner.
His dad would be mad if Butters took the roll to 'play' with. But this was not playing. This was revenge on those who had wronged him.
Quick as the lightning Butters took the foil under a gray blanket. Only realizing after he got to his room what a fine cape it would make.