Don’t you dare bring that shit up in here Ketchup. Don’t even think about it. Take your weak ass runny condiment inside your fart-noise making squeeze bottle and find another race to run in. Cause this is Kip’s domain. What he says, goes. Ketchup might do it for folks in Detroit or Pittsburgh or Oakland, but if you ever show your garbage-spewing spout around these parts again, Kip will find you. And the age old question of “is Ketchup flammable?” will finally be answered.
Don’t be surprised to see Relish make his debut tonight.
ALL DAY SON. ALL DAY.
KEEP THE CHIEF