Chapter Bayonetta: Taco Kill
"My life…" Banjo gasped.
"CHARMY!" roared Ray Travolta, Jet holding him back.
"This is my last resort…" Charmy said weakly.
The power of Charmy had finally come. His six arms each had hands, none of which had any lightsabers anymore.
However, the hands did have something to grasp: Banjo's left big toe. He held the massive supernova digit in between each thumb and forefinger on his six hands. Each pinky was upright and looking downright deadly.
"This cannot be!" Banjo shouted. "That is the Wuxi Finger Hold: Insect StyleTM!"
"Yes, I trademarked it back when I worked at Tim Hortons these past twenty years," said Charmy. "It has such power that it can create ultimate doom!"
"Charmy! Do not be rash!" cried Ray Travolta.
"RAY!" screeched Jet. He and the buff squirrel looked deeply into one another's eyes. "Let Charmy do this…"
"I can't! He's my brother!" Ray Travolta screamed. He punched Jet away and bolted towards Charmy and Banjo.
All of a sudden, Ray Travolta got his tail stuck in a bear trap and tripped with agony. "I cannot rise!"
"Yes, I put that there earlier. You just didn't see me do it," said Charmy with mystic stoicism.
Ray Travolta looked up with tearing eyeballs. "You had planned to sacrifice yourself from the start then…"
Charmy looked down with sorrow. "This is not the end of me… This is but the beginning of my legacy…" He stared into Banjo's horrified ear-eyes. "Yes… I am creating this legacy now. This is my purpose:
"To defeat evil my way…
"To denounce their unrighteousness with my unrighteousness…
"To become this world's symbol of hope in its darkest hour!"
"CHARMY!" cried Ray Travolta, grasping at empty air frantically.
"DOOMER! By the True Power of Mayonnaise, I vanquish your vile stain!" Charmy roared as all six pinkies flexed in unison.
"NOOOOO!" shrieked Banjo. His body convulsed as a swirl of green smoke enveloped him and his opponent.
Charmy displayed a melancholy smirk. "Skadoosh…"
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