The preparation does.

Inspired, Condiment Wizard got to work making preparations, as that was what this bigger spell of his would take. It wouldn't be as easy as it had been so far. As he would need far more magic ketchup just to expand the red thundercloud right. The other problem was that the more ketchup it would require to maintain it.

Hopefully once it was fine, the ketchup cloud giant could maintain itself. It would take a massive amount of ketchup, though, to reach even the halfway point. So he got to work making more and more streams of ketchup into the spell and the chaos runes all around him. It was so much condiment power he was welding; it was actually causing problems for him for the first time.

As he went to his knees from the pressure of maintaining the massive flows of floating ketchup. Especially as he was still having several Ketchup streams wrapping around nearby buildings to better hide exactly where he was from intruders. Though it was getting out of hand as some streams started sending out red lighting randomly around them.

He was worried for a moment; he was doing more damage to the already badly damaged ship, but he wasn't, as each lighting bolt was seemingly absorbed by the ship and was used to power it. The ship powering up lights and other features around him as the red lighting disappeared proved this fact to him. So at least before anything failed catastrophically, he was helping repair the spaceship, so there was one silver lining monster, whether he failed or succeeded.

"You'll succeed, though, Condiment Wizard, won't you?" Condiment Wizard said to himself, psyching himself up for what he was about to accomplish. Bringing a thing from Norse mythology by using his red thunderclouds sounded like the largest flex on Zeus that could ever be done.

He kept building and forcing more magic ketchup into the spell. All the red streaks of condiment looked like reverse waterfalls, though no one noticed, as everyone was focused on other things. Avery for one was practically vibrating behind him. She clearly wanted to help him and make him stop, but Condiment Wizard clearly was eager to do what he was doing despite the toll it had on him.

So her loyalty to him waged a violent war with her submission to him. Neither truly winning, as she watched him like a hawk, ready to step in if asked for or not. Klarion, on the other hand, was not focused on what was going on nearby but rather on what was happening outside. Klarion was enjoying seeing the chaos and anarchy Condiment Wizard's magic was causing in both the Himalayas and China.

"Look, Teekl, we got the Chinese running around like stupid bobbleheads while the Himalayas are being bombarded by hit-stop red lighting and fake cloud angels. Muauahuah! Isn't it glorious!" Klarion said, roaring with happiness and sadistic delight. As it was a rare sight of pure chaos that Condiment Wizard was helping make, it was very less rare, to which Klarion was very much in agreement too.

Teekl hissed along with Klarion, but she did watch Condiment Wizard with a bit of concern until she took notice of Avery watching him so intently and figured he was in good hands for the moment. She focused back on the show, hissing along to Klarion laughing at the absolute chaos on display.

Through several cameras Overmachine watched as well, being sure his benefactor didn't hurt himself. Though most of his attention at the moment was on upgrading a certain hunter who'd run into the wrong den. The other seven harem girls were making their way up the building, eager to help in any way. Looking like cheap prostitutes as they came due to next to no clothes and still dripping Condiment Wizard's cum.

There was a certain blond far away from the current sure of magic and cum. She would be eager to lick every drop of Condiment Wizard's cum off the women. Sadly for her, she was not given that chance, but happily she likely never knew that. So Amy continued on, not knowing the slutty opportunities she was missing.

She looked at the productive below her with a happy, perverse smile. The product was being made and shipped without any new deals being made with gangs or the mafia. Though the turf war was over, it was still a huge mess that needed cleaning before she could start talking to any of the necessary people. So she finds a workaround. The first was medical, as some women had medical conditions that prevented them from growing hair or screwing up what hair they did grow.

So she had used the magic mustards' natural properties to create fake hair for women to wear. None of them knew that their new new blond hair would be permanent, but by the time they did, it would be too late. So shipment after shipment was sent out to Wigs stores and other places that sold similar products.

She watched for a little bit longer a happy, deranged smile on her face as she was finally getting closer to completing the task that her master had given her. This little plan of hers was likely to expand the ranks of her master's followers by a few thousand that would be scattered throughout Gotham. All of whom would be ready, eager, and to help her make Gotham the house of the master deserved.

One of her assistants ran up to her, her body jiggling in her slutty secretary outfit. Amy had very happy thoughts of how her master Condiment Wizard would have enjoyed using her for his own pleasure. She made quick time and was standing next to her, breathing a bit heavily from having fun with her from wherever she'd originally been.

"Mistress, it's time." The assistant said, and an even wider happy smile was suddenly on Amy's face. She gave her assistant a quick wonderful then bolted with the assistant behind her, the two quickly making it to her limbo, where her driver was waiting to take her. They both got in and quickly went to their destination. Their destination was one of Gotham's beautiful beaches.

Their company was set up; it was one of the lesser-known, harder-to-reach ones. It had been chosen for safety, hoping that it wouldn't be shot up during the turf war, which was unnecessary now. As the turf war was over, they'd already signed the paperwork with the city government, so on the mid-beach they stayed. Luckily enough, they were able to advertise their little even so, there were more beachgoers than normal were.

Any quickly got on the stage and asked the question to the small crowd gathered around it. "Well, ladies, you think you can be a blond queen!" Amy shouted "ti" to the cheers of "yes" from several ladies in the crowd. So it began; woman after woman was taken back on stage. They were given a special mustard hair dye, not the usual stuff. No research had found a way to make an even more concentrated version, which worked perfectly for this event.

They used the concentrated version to its full effect. They chose certain women to go first: the elderly, ugly, and obese. One by one these nonpretty women went backstage and came out on stage as a pretty bimbo that barely fit into their swimsuit. Elderly women's front mostly sagging bodies to very tight ones. Obese women lost most of their fat around their stomachs and gained its equivalent in their breasts and ass, making them look like parodies of women instead of the real ones they were.

The ugly ones whose noses were just a bit too long, whose skin was covered in blemishes, whose teeth were a joke of what teeth should be, or whose faces were broken and healed wrong from some accident—they all came back the same. As very pretty blondes, all amazed at their transformation, come out on stage. They all posed with a confidence in their bodies for the first time in their lives.

Amy watched it all with a happy, hungry smile as, after such a brilliant demonstration of their products' remarkable effects, more and more women came up to try their special dye. "By the time we're done here, more than half the women in the city will be very pretty blondes that all belong to Condiment Wizard!" Amy said in a very happy whisper.