Mondo squinted at the constantly shifting crowd out there, finding many people with black hair. He thought he might have picked out a red cap, but it turned out to be nothing but a red speedo. I guess that's what you could call an asshat, but it wasn't the asshat he was looking for.

But THEN. Out of the corner of his eye, Mondo spotted a dude with a red hat and black hair, minding his own business, strolling over to the isolated spot where ice cream was peddled. Just looking at him pissed him off. It had to be him. The delinquent stood abruptly and began to stalk over there with malicious purpose. The dark look on his face didn't suggest he had any nice intentions to spare.

"Be right back! I'm gonna teach him a lesson in how to treat people..."

And then he beat up the wrong guy, the end

And then, he was gone.