"All right, wise guy. Clearly you don't realize who you're messing with." 21 took a more aggressive stance. "We are servants of the Monarch. The Regent of Rage! The Emperor of Enmity! The ... uh, what was the other one?"
24 rummaged around in his duffel bag, looking up to say, "The Baleful Butterfly."
"What? Baleful ... that's terrible. When did they add that one?"
"That's the first one. You skipped it."
"No way. I would definitely remember hearing that one."
"You're usually unloading the guns when they give the declaration. Ahem."
Realization struck 21. "Oh! Right!"
24 tossed an odd-looking, yellow and purple device into his hands and grabbed another for himself. Both armed, they turned to face the stranger.
"Eat silk, sweetheart!" A stream of sticky, pink substance erupted from the nozzle of the two devices.