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There were few smells in the universe that could compete with the garlic infused fart of a Majin, so it wasn't surprising that the immediate aftermath of a point blank shot to the nose would be something for the ages.

Still....perhaps in hindsight, being head first down the gullet of a walking garbage disposal while triggering a sudden bout of violent sickness wasn't as good an idea as it seemed on paper....though nothing with a majin farted would look good on paper.

Thus, did she immediately fire the majin from her mouth along with a violent retching and enough semi digested material to make up at least 4 meals....along with several unidentified things that, in all honestly, didn't look like they belonged in their universe, let along a stomach. There also a generous helping of stomach acid with the whole mix that was sizzling against the majin katchin coating like angry bees.
"It Shit!" The Mini-Majin cried, tears streaming from his face as he suddenly soared off, abandoning the battle, rushing towards the bathroom sink to hurriedly wash off...the burning.

On the opposite end of bad ideas, was headbutting a armored target with an unprotected head....despite how weak the target was compared to you. With both charging up their own unique brand of propellant power...both struck each other with fairly equal force. A blast of force shot out as the two made contact, the id letting out an yelp as she fell back from the impact and cradled her head like she just smashed it into a wall after a running charge.
The Mini-Majin started to dance mockingly, taunting the id while giving her the finger "Bobom-paku! Bopo-bambaba!" he sneered.

"Ahahahahaha!" Adult Erosa laughed maliciously, tears streaming out of her eyes as she pointed and mocked the majin...now with both maws pulling at him in opposite directions while dragging him up into the air. They still weren't biting through, but for sheer comedic value it was a sight nontheless.
The miniature Sasheem continued to panic ineffectually. "No bite! Ritti! Duroooo!"

And all the while, between all of the fighting...the rest of the Mini-Sasheems had long since reformed their whole self. But he was nowhere to be found...except very briefly. When his head phased up from beneath the Lookout's tiles and snatched up the other half of the bacon covered pastry with his teeth before sinking back down, happily chomping on his prize...