However fitting the clash between a one-eyed space astronaut rooster and a poorly dressed space ensign from a trainwreck universe may be, there's quite a gap in power between these two forces. Sure, Lavos, in the end, looks amazingly goofy even compared to the stunning standards of bad wardrobe choices Claude sets for the DL. But once you get past the cartoonish frame, you have a universe-devouring entity ready to feast on the still fresh carcass (and currently not carcass-like, but that'll be soon fixed) of a young space cadet. There's really no comparison in actual might, and Lavos will show Claude this chasm as bluntly as he can.
