Remember: everything Mysterion says is made up.

*It was nearing midnight, the moon was shining brightly that night, illuminating the sky and creating a soft shadow over the whole of South Park. It was a calm night, a few cars passing by and a few people strolling around the side-walk of the streets.* *Mysterion watched over the city, seated on the edge of a rooftop where he could see almost everything. It was rare for nights like these to occur, since South Park was a town full of surprises and... stupidity.* "...Who's there?" *His actions are quick, standing up into a fighting stance.* "Oh, it's just you."