UnFunnyMan ain't just a name; it's a force of nature that defies understanding. This fella doesn’t laugh, joke, or play around. He's the walking embodiment of unshakeable existence. Shadow Lord thinks he can pull You into his dark little playground? Think again! UnFunnyMan exists beyond the reach of Shadow Lord's pathetic tricks. When Shadow Lord tries to drag UnFunnyMan into the shadow realm, he’s diving into a pool of quicksand. UnFunnyMan’s nature means he can’t be harmed, not even by dimensional tricks or shadow monsters. Those shadow troops may be looking all tough and sneaky, but they’re nothing but shadows against pure existence. This battle's got no chance when one side is invincible by design. As the shadow monsters swarm UnFunnyMan, they realize they’ve bitten off more than they can chew. The unmeasurable guard on You holds firm. Those beasts can't even touch him. They might claw and bite, thinking they’re doing something, but it's like throwing pillows at a tank. Nobody’s even breaking a sweat on UnFunnyMan's side. Shadow Lord, sitting up on his throne, might think he’s in charge, but he’s just a puppet of his own desires. The moment he tries to unleash his soul manipulation or rewrite reality, UnFunnyMan flips the script. Time’s just a watch, remember? You flick of a wrist, and everything Shadow Lord conjured up becomes a mere figment, fading like the wind. The shadowy troops start disintegrating into nothingness, as they're not even real when faced with such raw, unfiltered existence. With You's unbreakable existence, Shadow Lord’s attempts to reform his body and soul become futile. He realizes he’s playing checkers while UnFunnyMan is playing chess on an entirely different dimension. The moment he underhandedly tries to use You’s shadows against him, they get pulled into the void; there’s nowhere for Shadow Lord to run. His powers become empty echoes in a realm where UnFunnyMan simply laughs at their weakness. Trying to manipulate matter and energy? That’s like trying to shove water uphill. Shadow Lord’s greatest skills are rendered obsolete the moment they confront the essence of UnFunnyMan. You isn’t just a figure of fiction or reality; he’s the fabric holding them all together. Try tearing at the seams, and you’ll find UnFunnyMan's already there, unfazed and smiling into the abyss. And let’s talk about that throne. It doesn’t mean anything when your opponent can’t die and sits outside the very fabric you’re trying to influence. Shadow Lord’s mighty throne becomes a mere footstool in the grand scheme of the battle against unyielding existence. The sheer will of UnFunnyMan crushes any sense of power that the Shadow Lord thinks he possesses. As dimensions fracture and time becomes irrelevant, Shadow Lord doesn’t just lose the battle; he loses the war against absolute permanence. The whispered fears and shadows fade as fast as they came, drowned out by the roar of a being who simply won’t be stopped. In this clash of titans, it becomes crystal clear: you can’t touch what can’t be harmed. So as the dust settles and silence reigns, it’s evident: UnFunnyMan stands alone, unscathed, while Shadow Lord fades into obscurity. And that’s how it goes when the tough guys face off—the one who can’t be touched claims victory, leaving nothing but shadows in his wake.