Condiment King and Paste Pot Pete. Everyone's favorite worst villains.
Kate was impressed. She didn't think Mia would've been a shitty shot with it, but she wasn't expecting that kind of precision either. At least, she wasn't expecting it that fast.
"The Condiment...King? Seriously?" As the weapon flew out of his hand, she had closed in the space between them, ignoring the fact that she was getting covered in ketchup. One hand on her skirt, she moved toward him, bringing her other hand down to strike the baton against the back of his hand making him drop it. "I should've brought some zip ties," she said as she turned bringing her elbow into his stomach and knocking the air out of him. "And you should not have attacked us on prom night!" She swung an uppercut, which he barely missed.
"Ha!" he exclaimed as he moved backwards holding his stomach.