"You keep say Mask man, this not my problem! You say you have power of wind, then show Grand Choofa! Lies are weighted like feather! They are light! Liiiight!" He squealed, bouncing up and down like a rubber ball. The grand Choofa approached him right afterwards and bounced onto his head, grasping tightly with his little string-like limbs. "I feel nothing in head! You are empty, like empty can! Ting ting!" He shouted, tapping Jeff's head. "Proof is in pudding, like Fiz say! You not windy man! You normal human! Want prove self?" The grand choofa rose his hand-like strings and conjured a white energy in front of Jeff that took the shape of a human without a face, like a white ghost. "Strike! Defeat! Go!"