Diesel and Fuel Save/Unleaded
Before sending this motherfucker to Jesus, a tool much like a slipper would've been appropriate but from my own experience, it was usually anything that could be held on tightly and the nearest one my parents—usually my Mom—could find. So yeah, with a flick of the wrist, my scabbard landed on his right temple and gave him a mild concussion before I completely knocked him out by nicking his chin.
One strike would've been enough to knock him out—with enough force—but I wouldn't want to fracture his skull and I would've wanted him to feel a bit of pain before Tatiana ships him to the roof with his bro.
But yeah, this place was just a fancy drug den or the aftermath of a frat party because when I peeked at the living room connected to the kitchen, there were more young adults who were knocked out of their minds and didn't even bother to put on clothes or clean up a little bit.