In response to this, the Cucumber Lord simply holds out the head. It seems to stick to his hand, even when his fingers release it, stuck in place as waves of force slowly begin emanating off of him. He smiles, and narrows his eyes in concentration for a moment. The waves stop, and there's an explosion, as the head is launched at supersonic speeds, exploding into a bloody gore. The impact force is the equivelant as a tank firing a heavy armor-piercing round, capable of breaking through multiple concrete walls with ease and shattering every single bone in her body. " Sorry. I'm still practising that move."