Cuban Pete finished his minutes-long "scream" of abject hatred. Feeling rather drained but still laced with malice, Pete decided to take his sorrows out on the world. Seating himself at the pilot's controls, Pete took direct control of his pod. With but a push of a button, two man-sized laser blasts shot forth from the front of the cockpit. Wherever they struck, they left a large, smoking crater. 

Grinning evilly, Cuban Pete turned his sights to Castle Ganondorf. The place where he gained, then lost, his golden opportunity to kickstart his new career. The place where he had spent the last half hour for [i]nothing.[/i] The place that apparently cost the lives of his latest friends. The place that he was going to burn down to the ground.

Shots from Pete's pod slammed into the thick walls of the castle, blowing it apart wherever they landed. The castle's already-fast descent into ruin was vastly hastened by Pete's unrelenting assault as massive chunks of mortar and masonry flew far and wide. Pete set the lasers to auto-fire, and got up to get himself a drink. [i]Something strong[/i], he thought, [i]I think I'll have a Gargle Blaster.[/i] All the while, the unending stream of concussive blasts from Pete's ship bored a hole through the middle of the castle, threatening to make it collapse in on itself.