You're walking down the street, talking into your phone.

"Yeah, I know, right? So, then, I was like, it's called salt, dimwit-"

Someone suddenly knocks your phone away. You turn around and see KJ. He smiles, before jumping back and preparing to run.

"KJ's 20 Series..."

He charges at you, his right leg extended in your direction.

"20-20-20 Dropkick!"