Cartman sighed.

"I told you, I'm fine."

"Just wait a moment for the analysis results." the nurse seemed to be deaf or something, because she didn't listen to him and walked out of the room.

Of course, Tweek had healed him in time and he felt perfectly fine. But emergencies did not believe him when he told them. There was a protocol to follow, he was told. So he had to spend the rest of the night at the hospital. The rest of the gang underwent several examinations too, but theirs were much shorter—no one had seen them getting shot at.

Gregory's body was taken to the autopsy room. Wendy was so silent, so shocked that she was offered psychological aid. She refused it—all she needed was to wrap her arms around Stan and never let him go. Clyde had the idea of commenting to her that his blood tasted delicious, but he never actually told her, thinking that perhaps she didn't want to hear that.

Tweek and Craig were also embraced when something behind them scared them.

"Where is Gregory?"

"Fuck dammit, Mysterion!" Craig complained, placing a hand on his chest.

"Where have you been? You're not gonna believe what you missed h-" Stan told him.

"Where is Gregory?" Mysterion insisted.

"Dead." Wendy replied in low voice, but Mysterion heard it.

"And Cartman?"

"He was shot too," Scott replied, "but he's alright, they are exam-"

"Good, because I am going to kill him with my own hands..." he marched towards the door of the room with such hot blood that everyone saw he was being serious.

"Whoa, whoa! Man! What are you doing?!" Token stopped him, blocking his path.

"Gregory was the executor but he was the director!"

Stan and Wendy got up from their seats.

"...What?" Jimmy muttered.

"Don't you find it weird that there's a madman with superpowers loose and he never did anything to find and stop him? He wanted Butters to keep causing chaos—he even made things easier for him and his minions, providing assault rifles to them. Those weapons came from a company called Cartman Rifles!"

"Cartman Rifles? So that's what his company was about? That's where he wanted me to work? A gun manufacture?!" Kyle walked to Mysterion.

"And Gregory..." Wendy looked at her feet, thinking frenetically.

"Gregory was one of the main investors. His family did well enough but he got really loaded with his investments. Cartman Rifles is a bestseller after the recent riots, the insecurity in general, terrorist groups and war outside of the United States..."

"The advocate for human rights!" Wendy couldn't help exclaiming.

"That's where they met. Think about it: unless Wendy told Gregory everything about us, which she didn't, how could Gregory know?"

"I-I don't get it..." Clyde said. "I can understand the money issue...But why would he want to test us, like Gregory said? What does he get from us fighting critters and criminals?"

"I say we go in there and punch him until he tells us..." Stan said, clenching his fists.

"Good idea."

The group came into the room and the others followed.

"Hey, guys, could you bring me a chocolate bar from the machine or something? I'm starving."

Cartman was sitting on one side of the bed. He looked really weird with the hospital gown and the Coon mask on—those didn't fit very well. But he had to protect his civilian identity, he said. He didn't seem to care.

He was suddenly grabbed by Tweek, who stripped his mask off to see his face.

"What the hell do you think you are playing to?!"

"Hey, what are you doing, asshole?" Cartman protested. "Guys!"

"You convinced Gregory to do all of this and blame Butters for it! You told him all about our powers! You commanded him!" Stan shouted.

"That's not true! What the hell are you talking about?! NUUURSE!"

Ike closed the door and stood behind it, with his arms crossed, so that no one could hear him shout or come in—oh, but, of course, he was going to record that moment.

"Why did you do this to us, Cartman?! Is it because of the money?!" Token confronted him.

"I seriously don't know what you're talking about! Ask those two cripples, they have to know what Gregory was up to!"

"Guys, guys!" Craig extended his arms. "I guess we are overestimating him..."

"Sure! I...What?"

"Look at him. A guy who dresses himself with the same costume he used to play with when he was ten years old. Do you think he can be the mastermind of something?"

"WELL, THIS MASTERMIND GOT TO FOOL YOU, STUPID ASSHOLE!"

Cartman fell quiet. Craig smiled, satisfied.

"...Uh..."

"Aha...Now, this is interesting." Wendy narrowed her eyes.

"I...Well, I didn't mean..."

"Timmy, if you please..."

"Huh? No..." Cartman couldn't stand up because Clyde was blocking the way. He couldn't move outside of the bed, so there he stayed, drawing back until he touched the headboard.

Scott and Jimmy stepped aside to let Timmy approach. He fixed his eyes on Cartman and the fat man quivered.

"Guys...He's raping my mind...He's raping my fucking mind! D-Do something!"

But none of them did anything apart from watching. Cartman looked around desperately, finding hostile looks. Horror was taking over him.

"Please, guys, I'm innocent...I don't know why I said what I said...You got me nervous...But I swear, I have nothing to do with this...I-I mean, I didn't profit from this..."

He couldn't stand all those accusing eyes on him! They were driving him crazy!

"OKAY, I DID IT! I FUCKING DID IT! I PRESSED THAT FUCKING YARDALE PRICK UNTIL HE WANTED REVENGE! I TOLD HIM TO FIND US THREATS SO WE WOULD HAVE SOMEONE TO FIGHT AND HE GOT THE CHANCE TO SEE STAN KILLED! IT WAS MY IDEA TO ABDUCT BEBE SO WE COULD SAVE HER OVER AND OVER! I TOLD HIM EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT YOUR STUPID POWERS AND HOW TO BLACKMAIL TIMMY BEFORE HE READ OUR MINDS AND SPOILED EVERYTHING! YES, I BLAMED BUTTERS FOR EVERYTHING! YES, I HAVE BEEN TAKING A GOOD PROFIT OUT OF THE SITUATION, SELLING MY GUNS TO THE SCARED CITIZENS AND THE CRIMINALS! AND I KILLED GREGORY AND SHOT MYSELF WHEN I HEARD HE WAS GIVING ME AWAY!"

Silence. Cartman panted, his face all red.

Timmy slowly removed his finger from his temple and leaned forward, gripping the armrest of his wheelchair, making it squeak.

["I don't know what's keeping me from destroying you..."]

"Did you hear that, guys? He says he wants to destroy me!" Cartman looked around him.

"If he's not going to do it, I will." Token took a step towards him.

"You fucking monster..." Craig also seemed to be eager to put his hands on Cartman.

"Guys, wait." Kyle suddenly stood in the way.

"Get out of our way, Kyle!" Tweek exclaimed.

"Oh! Kyle! Thank goodness!" Cartman gasped. "I knew you'd-"

"Why did you want us to rescue Bebe and fight people, Cartman?" Kyle calmly asked.

"I..I don't know, there's no..."

"Cartman. Why."

"...Coon and Friends."

"...What?" Scott blinked.

Cartman didn't continue. He didn't need to.

"The suits...Of course..." Wendy looked at her friends. "He wanted us to be a team of superheroes."

"And be the leader..." Mysterion glared at Cartman.

"Well...You were...doing nothing with them...This time...you were really actual mutants..."

"I can't f-fucking believe this..." Jimmy had to look away because he couldn't look at Cartman without feeling his blood boil.

Kyle finally turned around, after a long moment of silence, and looked at Cartman. A spark of hope illuminated the fat man's face.

It was then when Kyle wrecked said hope.

"Timmy. We understand why you did what you did. All of us would have done the same in your situation. You are forgiven. But I think you can do something to redeem yourself."

A sinister curve in the handicapped's face made Cartman desperate. He punched Clyde out of his way and ran towards the door. Nobody stopped him. Nobody tried to because he didn't go far. He stopped all of a sudden, in front of Ike, his hand extended to push him aside and grab the doorknob, his mouth wide open, trying to scream but unable to do it. His limbs shook.

Ike grinned maliciously while focusing the recording on his face.