The spring-loaded boxing glove extends and hits Zala squarely in the face with a "SMACK!" and a "BOOOIING!" sound. Nami slumps to the ground in despair, thinking, "MY CHEEK IS BLEEDING... THIS IS IT FOR ME, ISN'T IT... AM I REALLY GOING TO DIE HERE...?" Zala, infuriated, transforms her hair into sharp spikes and slashes downward with her spiked fingers, yelling, "STINGER FINGER!" Nami barely dodges the attack, crying out "AH!" Zala remarks, "Now that's a sensible decision. Oh? So you've resigned yourself to your fate?" Nami, sweating and panicked, looks at the manual again. She complains, "Huh? Why couldn't he have come up with something more useful for batt-" She angrily concludes, "Well, if I end up dying, I'm definitely gonna curse that useless, long-nosed sack of crap from beyond the grave!"