"This isn't an either/or situation. You don't have to be feared or nothing. You were doing a pretty good job of that before, you know."

Lots of arms. Something that could keep lots of arms busy?

A gigantic octopus materialized in front of Dipper's construct, although its number of arms was - well, definitely not eight, at the very least; new ones kept appearing until it had one grappling with every one of the arms on the pyramid construct. Definitely not biologically accurate.

But hey, who cared? Maybe Arthur. Who wasn't here to.