An aerial battle, then.
Few things can awaken The Crab from slumber. Anti-pie is one of them.
ZALGO had fed well on the minds of mortals during it's intersection with the 3rd dimension. Lurching it's X'lith'stch mass through the higher planes, it could bllUFck a disturbance in the continuum it had so recently spoiled. Taking a moment to snatch a few angles for snacking, ZALGO slithered through the reality membrane once more, for ZALGO alone had right to these feeding grounds. HE COMES.
All at once, Trathira seemed devoid of color. As the skies darkened, the Gropagas bowed their heads and closed their eyes, chanting the Old Songs as their Master manifested for the first time on the mortal plane. This was not the End Times, not yet. Palin University had not yet risen. The anti-pie's destruction was etched in the stone of history; inevitable, unchangeable.
The bad thing was in the sky. Cake hated the bad thing. The bad thing said it was cake, but cake was cake. Why? Why did the bad things have to hurt cake? It made cake angry. So very angry...
The Cock heard the call of The Summoning, and grew angry. It could feel itself stiffen with rage at the thought of the hated anti-pie invading it's home realm, and so it began rocking puffing up in preperation for combat.
THE BURRITO, HE DOES NOT LIKE THE ANTI-PIE MAN. THE BURRITO, HE HAS EATEN THE CAT. YES. GOOD TIME FOR SEXBANG NOW. ALSO FIGHT. COME. OUT. AND. PLAY.
Ooooooooooo what tah do when the eeevil cake starts attackin' the world... YEH... Everyone lookin' around for a hero to stop this great beast, WELL YER LOOKIN AT HIM, YEAH! The Machooo Man's gonna give im' the patented elbow drop OFF THE TOP ROPE, YEAH! And then, anti-cake, you'll be flat on yer back while Macho Madness runs wild WITH THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! OOOOOH YEEEEEEEEEEEAH!