The physical constrains of our existential plane are merely finite when considered on a comparable scale to the tightly designed circumference of an unsightly article of clothing crested upon the prominent appendage most oft withheld from prying eyes, and society as a whole, due to it’s general frowning upon such an augments driving impetus of consummate, which, in the case of a ficticious maleficent character, renouned for his quivering amethystial flesh, presumably exists as an unnecessary addendum to his qintessential yet perplexingly blasé conglomeration of parts.