((I don’t know SHIT about TPC so it’s prolly gonna be inaccurate))

You hoisted the Boomling by its fuse, drawing your weapon and pressing it to the stupid thing’s.. where its neck would be, smirking wildly as Noli looked horrified.

“N-NO! NOT BENJAMIN!” The anomaly shrieked. You smiled wider, listening to the frantic jingle of the jester-like thing’s hat.

“One more damn pie and the fucking thing gets it.” You smirked, Noli seemed to stop and think, before his smile somehow stretched even wider.

“Hmm.. how about a dance, actually?”

And before you could even move, he dashed forward, knocking your weapon out of your hands and dragging you onto a stage, with thousands of those Boomlings in the audience, cheering with mechanical clicks and explosive hisses as he spun you around, sometimes dipping you into a pit of spikes and trying to send you spinning into an Iron Maiden.