You're fucking unmade, mote. I can be everywhere and nowhere, anytime and never, and I can annihilate you in over seven hundred million ways, and that's just by twitching one of my formless pseudopods. Not only am I the source of all cosmic combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the infinite Outer Hells and I will unleash it in its full, gibbering extent to wipe your miserable non-existence off the crumbling ledge of the Dreamlands, you little shit.