When Barty finally came back from Venezuela to switch with his clone, he found Betty to be all alone in the kitchen, sipping coffee silently.

“I knew you’d be back eventually,” she said, an evil smile on her face. “I’ve been waiting weeks for you.”

“Wh-what?”

Betty stood up, grabbing a pot and hitting him over the head with it.

“SO THERE !” she shouted, kicking his lifeless body.