Monster Arm You'll never get rid of me! I'm part of you now! [slowly fading and getting high-pitched] You can treat the symptoms, but you'll never cure the viruuuus...!
Marco's arm returns to normal.
Star Marco, are you okay?
Marco [looks at his arm, gasps] My arm! My beautiful arm. It's back to normal.
Marco's fingers suddenly crack and snap out of place.
Marco [groans] And totally broken.
Jeremy Broken arm? Hah! Well, it looks like I win.
A set of golden brass knuckles falls out of one of Jeremy's gloves and clangs on the floor. One of the animated arms picks it up and holds it in front of Sensei's face.
Sensei Brass knuckles? Seriously?
Jeremy Pfft! Brass? They're gold.
Sensei You boys have brought shame and dishonor to this great and noble sport. 'Tis a sad day for strip mall dojos everywhere.
Jeremy briefly looks at Marco before angrily kicking over some arms and walking away.
Mrs. Birnbaum [clapping] Oh-ho, bravo, son! Bravo!
Jeremy [growls] I wish I could fight you, Mom.
Mrs. Birnbaum [whimpers]
Ferguson What a turd.
Marco [sighs] Sorry. I should've listened to you, Star.
Star I know.
Marco Hey, uh, when the monster arm said he'd be back, that's nothing to worry about, right?
Star Uhhh... probably not?
Close-up on Marco's extremely worried face. Camera pans down to his broken arm. Cut to black.