"AND NOW...PRESENTING MY FINAL FORM, CUCKOO!"
Swalot takes off his speedo, revealing a cannon of canonical proportions in the place of his liquid oozy gunk crotch!
Chatot revels and basks in the pleasures of having a pillar of light surge through every inch of your body, "CUCKOO, CUCKOO! WITH THIS DICK-CANON-CANNON, I CAN CHANGE THE PAST AND PRESENT, AND SUBSEQUENTLY ALTER THE FUTURE...CUCKOO!"
"NOT IF YOU CAN DODGE MY FISTS...AND I DOUBT YOU CAN!"
With two fists, it /would/ be pretty easy to dodge that shit, good thing the power of shonen swagger gives you the ability to fuck with that logic six ways to next Tuesday.
Over one-thousand big, beefy, buff arms grow out of your hurting sides, "FIST CANNON, GOOOOO!"
Swalot furrows his whiskers, "CUCKOO?!?"
Serena is befuddled beyond all belief, but is still documenting everything down for consistency's sake, "What the.. What in the world is he doing? What kind of move is that? Why did Calem suddenly grow a thousand arms and fists?"
"It's Chip Away...YO!"
Serena turns to her right and sees Alice imitating an edgy archetype.
"What... I thought you were piggybacking!"
"I know mum-mum...but then 'm arms started 't get sore!~"
Despite being bombarded with over a thousand fists, Chatot's somehow still able to talk, "CUCKOO! I'VE UNDERESTIMATED MY SUPER-RIVALS! CUCKOO!"
A) Obliterate them to oblivion so that they never return--EVER.
B) Make them blast off--SOONAAAANSUUUUU...
C) Pander to the inflationist crowd.
D) Your fists turn into machine guns.