"Wait, that baton" was all Bee had time to say before his muscles clenched, knocking him to the floor. Hours of his life wasted with pixelated sociopaths and science came flooding back to him. This was the tool of the trade for shitcurity.
"F-F-F-F-F-F-FUUU-C-C-CK-K-K." he shouted, as the clown and cowboy grabbed either end.
"No, no, this never ends well. Fuck, Okuu, Ajax! Don't let the clown take me!"