[ Hahaha, yeah, no, Bowser's used to Bullet Bills and Bob-ombs exploding all over the place, so a measly peashooter like Shooter's cannon totally won't be enough to distract him! Especially since it fires over his shoulder- ]

[ - and proceeds to rip large chunks out of one of the spikes on Bowser's shell. The spikes that are made of bone. ]

[ Bowser bellows in pain, letting go of Shooter and reflexively jumping back a good twenty or so feet; he spits out fireballs all along the way, both to keep her on her toes and because he's really that angry. ]

You'll pay for that, do you hear me!? I'll crush you! Then I'll light you on fire! Then I'll feed you to my Chain Chomps! In no particular order!!