Bobobo stretched his nose hairs and wrapped them around his fingers. Then he launched himself spinning forward, fingers pointed at Piccolo. “Spinning Torpedo Nose Hair!” he screamed. Piccolo jumped to the air, dodging Bobobo's attack, followed by a swift kick in the back sending Bobobo crashing into the ground.
Bobobo’s nose hairs retracted. “How could you do that to me? Just look at what you did to my dress!” shouted Bobobo. He pulled out a yellow dress with pink polka dots, covered in mud. “Momma’s gonna kill you for doing this!” He raised the dress into the air. “Lord have mercy on you!” he said. “Shut up!” shouted Piccolo, who shot another beam cannon at his opponent. Bobobo reached into his pocket and pulled out a familar looking shield. “Don Patch shield!” he yelled. The beam hit the shield. As soon as the smoke cleared, it was clear that Bobobo had took no damage from the blast. Suddenly, Bobobo’s afro opened up and there stood Don Patch himself. He was wearing a long grey beard and holding a cane, similar to a wise man. “A mighty warrior must learn to use the body as a shield, not Don Patch’s likeness,” he said. “Whatever…. Now, let's get this party started!!!” exlaimed Bobobo. Both he and Don Patch began to glow. “Hey, what’s going on?” asked Don Patch. The two fused together. Where Bobobo was standing now stood Pachibobo. “What the hell?! His power level has increased dramatically! It’s higher than mine!” said Piccolo. "Hey, what a minute. Isn't that illegal?" Piccolo asked the announcer. "No, fusion isn't against the rules," replied the announcer.
Suddenly, Pachibobo began dancing. “Fishy Fishy Technique! Number Uno!” he shouted. A dozen old men popped out of the air, and began copying Pachibobo’s dance. They danced their way up to Piccolo, and hugged him. "Welcome to the tea house!!!" they all said. They each pulled out a red box and proceeded to give it to Piccolo. Rather than opening it, Piccolo tossed it aside. “Can't you take this seriously?” he yelled.
Pachibobo began crying. “You’re so mean! Baka Hundred Cannon!” he screeched. Two orange lights shined through his nostrils. He lifted his head up, and two powerful beams shot out of his nostrils. Before Piccolo could react, the two beams hit him. He flew into the air and landed flat on his back with a thud. “Oh! You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked.
“THAT DOES IT! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!” screamed Piccolo as he stood up. A yellow glow appeared around him, and three clones spawned out of him. All four Piccolos leaped at Pachibobo and began attacking him from all sides with rapid punches and kicks. Pachibobo was unable to block them, and took each hit.
Once the four Piccolos were down, Pachibobo was on the ground covered in his own blood. He tried to move, but found he was incapable of doing so. “Bobobo’s bizarre new form is down for the count!” shouted the announcer. “…Ten…. nine… eight…”
“Damn idiot,” said Piccolo. “If you were in your regular form, you could have blocked my attacks with your nose hairs. Well, I would say you were a tough opponent but you didn't do anything other than be annoying."
“Three… two… one! Piccolo advances!” shouted the announcer.
“……. Bobobo.” groaned Beauty.
Gasser released a fart of sorrow.