"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!" Fuchsia cackled. Swinging his Hellzooka around with his fully working right arm the moment he spotted his opponent alive and well. Pressing the trigger like a madman before the launcher could even complete it's swing. Once it reached it's path, he shook it left and right, and slightly upwards. Still pressing the trigger. He wasn't much of a marksman, and to be honest, he usually fought like this. A sacred technique taught to every demon at their very first day of "How to kill your enemies with a Hellzooka" - training. Spray and pray. Literally showering everything in front of him with rocket after rocket, he spammed the screaming soul-shots like there was no tomorrow. The recoil from these shots were significantly weaker than the Hitler Rocket, and Fuchsia could easily handle it with just one hand. Being really fucking strong and all.

"Your mother was a hampster!" - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

"Eat shit and die!" - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

"Your hair looks lame!" - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

"Go play in traffic!" - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"