Ruby ate Crescent Rose through Oscar's awesome ostrich neck, thus decapitating him in an erotic manner (obviously).
Naturally, Oscar was happy. Ruby and Oscar looked at each other in ways that humanity was never meant to understand. Ruby heard cow fetuses mooing in the distance about mankind's humble beginnings and instantly knew what needed to be done. She tore off her own arm, which just happened to be made entirely of rocket launchers, channeled her semi-orgasmic rage through it and used it to rocket jump herself all the way where she needed to go, in a manner similar to the majestic anorexic hyppogrif hunting its questionnable prey. Unfortunately, she made sure to avoid oncoming traffic along the way, but hey, that's perfectly normal. When she found Blake on the moon, she normally would've died of asphyxiation, but she had metaphorically better things to do.
Blake was there, wearing her glorious dominatrix laser werewolf pony armor 2.0. And she did not give a shit. She was reading a book. Except it wasn't actually a book, but the Death Star, which had been verbally and sexually rearranged to look somewhat like a book with the blood of taco-eating vampire Ewoks splattered all over it, all thanks to the effort of the most evil motherfucker you can imagine (evil clothes not included and sold separately) pumping out nonstop babies. Seriously, fuck these guys. Again, Blake did NOT give a shit. The blood-drenched taco stand where this was all taking place was also a transformer equipped with a pair of nun-chakus (as in nunchakus made out of actual nuns), which made it freaking awesome. Ruby took out her frustration by regrowing her regular arm, then karate chopping a piñata in half, which was unfortunately filled with hippie deathstalkers. Luckily, her ovaries were also chainsaws shaped like graveyards, so that wasn't an issue. Seriously, what was up with Blake? Was she still mad about that one time Ruby got kidnapped by Peter Pan? It's not her fault that Pan amazed her with his abilities to make bloody pacifiers rain from the eldritch seas of Chtulu.
Suddenly, Blake ordered the book star to fire. However, there was a problem. The aforementioned cow fetuses were standing in it's way. They were flying around it to find it's exhaust port and launch a torpedo in it. Flawless tactic…except that the exchaust port had to go take a maternity leave a few weeks ago, which threw a wrench in the fetuses's plan. The cow fetuses then decided that it was time for plan B. The fetuses all gathered together and built upon each other to become some kind of giant cow fetus mech…The Fetuzord. And of course, during all this time, Blake did NOT give a shit.
We need Fetuzord power, now!