Jimmy lunged his mop-spear at the crazy in the Hawaiian shirt, planting the fillet knife deep into its chest. The man screamed briefly, half in hysterical laughter, half in terror, and then crumpled to the ground. The old lady was next, and she came in swinging with her weighted handbag. Jimmy reacted quickly, thrusting his spear at her, and realising too late that the duct tape had failed, and that the knife was still embedded in the man with the Hawaiian shirt. This being the case, the harmless end of the map handle smacked against the old crone's face, knocking her glasses from her eyes. 

"You fight like a little bitch," the old woman snarled, and then threw herself into Jimmy. 

He punched, and punched, but the crazy had the strength no elderly woman had the right to bear. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and started trying to choke him. 

"Help HELP HELP YOU USELESS IDIOTS!" Jimmy screamed towards the kitchen, before returning to the struggle.