"Ha.. ha.. heyyy there missus," General Goomy said, his voice slurred and his beady black eyes rolling about deliriously. "You wanna.. dinner sometime?" The boisterous Goomy slumped over, his odd gooey body hitting the damp, cold floor. He lied flat on his back, just staring into space. The general surprise from the Baby-Doll eyes and the Confusion sent it reeling. Now all it needed was to be finished off.

Hex flew down by Spruce and Celes, seeing her chance. "Goomy." She muttered to herself, as if she reading out of a book. "Naturally dopey. Can be surprisingly strong when agitated or trained properly." Hex fluttered her wings rapidly, the winds swirling about the crystalline insect wings. After a moment of readying it, she released the storm of winds on the Goomy. While "storm of winds" might be a bit of an exaggeration, it did it's job on the already half-dead Goomy, who was sent flying.