Disclaimer: my hatred of pumpkbros is purely theatrical, but if I did have to kill one for some reason, it would be very easy. I’d brandish my geometry dash level at them and they’d be compelled to approach. “That’s very cool,” they’d say, confident in their superior strength and endurance from all the attempts they carry around at all times. They’d shower me with very interesting facts about levels and hover just out of range of the play button, waiting for me to exhaust myself. “But as it is your first level, it’s very bad, you see, and isn’t well-suited for use as a fun—” and then I’d hit them with the wooden baseball bat in my other hand, which they would not have noticed because pumpkbros can only see spikes and levels.