Fly well, robo-nade! May you soften this dishonorable bolt-bucket as much as his flunkies did Ted. He had no idea what to make of their boss. What sort of duelist summons his gang to weary his foe before their fight commenced? The nerve! Clearly it only had victory, not romance, in mind.

If that's the way it wants to play it, fine! Ted would, with a conspicuous absence of ceremony, follow up his explosion with a helm-breaker, leaping after the makeshift bomb to try and split his foe's head in two. It's a good thing Ted didn't know of Star's affection for this one, otherwise he'd feel sorry for having to break it so soon.