It has the necessary momentum and force of impact to bash such metal in, judging by the time I rode it. An unpleasant experience, though nothing to hold a torch to this, understandably.

[ Patchouli hobbles over to the control panel, fiddling with the knobs and levels for a moment before the ride starts to boot up, blaring its obnoxious music and the cars beginning to rev up. Looking displeased, she flips a switch that shuts the music off. ]

My apologies K, we would have preferred to have you unconscious. [ lowering her voice ] But no, that's not enough of a pinch. What a troublesome spell.