Re: Condiment King and Paste Pot Pete. Everyone's favorite worst villains.
"You said it," Tommy said, agreeing with Eli. 'Condiment King'. The guy was either wracked in the head or he on some pretty good drugs. Then again, he could just be exactly what it seemed. A crazy, kooky villain. It was New York. The city got all sorts. Tommy didn't care if the guy was a protester or 9-to-5 burger flipping slave who'd finally snapped. This shit was not cool.
He glanced around and up, watching as the girls clambered to higher ground. While he was glad they hadn't shrieked like... well, like, little girls, he wasn't sure they should be doing whatever it is they were doing. Getting the hell out of the way was the first option that had come to his mind but since no one in the prom group looked like they were leaving.
"Shouldn't we go after them?" he asked Eli, only to blink as the poor guy got a face full of... stuff.
Tommy whirled around again and groaned when he saw the newly arrived (but equally ridiculous) costumed man. "Oh, come on," he groaned. He dodged the first few spurts only to run right into the next stream. His arms pinwheeled for a second as he tried to keep his balance. What the hell? Was that glue?