So... obsessing over the eldritch outer dimensional horror in clown pants is basically a second full time job at this point, and I'm convinced it would definitely fuck if it wanted to. It eats and sleeps, sure, but it also feels pain, bleeds, and salivates RATHER COPIOUSLY in anticipation of tasty, tasty, beautiful noms. If it's body can function and respond to that extent, you can't tell me it ain't capable of other things. Plus, wasn't there something about how it must abide by the rules of the form it takes...? Like, it's way more than just slipping on some camo print or a disguise, it actually assumes the form of a physical living thing, with what reeeeally looks like all the bells and whistles, if temporarily. And, as we saw the Losers beat the ever loving piss out it, we can see that it's made plenty of errors before, who's to say it never foresaw the... unprecedented consequences of assuming an (at least rough approximation of) anatomically correct body? This is my conclusion and I'm sticking with it. No, you can't change my mind. There is no ounce of solid reasoning or logic that will rattle my commitment to this theory. *cranks calliope music* π€‘πΎππΏ
