In fairness, the bitter horror of rapidly coalescing reality isn't the only reason for his shrinking posture. Steeldog's lecture has started off a veritable intellectual shit-storm, and both Professors Ironcat and Vanadiumsquirrel-Smith are on the warpath. It's tough being a drunken carnivore trying to justify high cholesterol breakfast snacks.
Fortunately, Professor Steeldog has a secondary career to fall back on, as a cybernetic battlesuit.
|Unstoppable war-suit modelled by Misty the dog.|