Grimace speaks to a geneticist

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2004/10/27ng.html

GRIMACE: What am I?

GENETICIST: That is a very interesting question indeed. And we should begin by briefly discussing your known history. According to your records, you were born as “Evil Grimace,” with four deft arms, and a penchant for amusing yourself by stealing milkshakes from small children. Then, in 1974, you experienced a change of heart, a loss of two arms, and a metamorphosis into what is your current incarnation—a supposedly warm, gentle, and seemingly living representation of the “embodiment of childhood.”

GRIMACE: Is that why I have only one orifice?

The important thing to take away from this is that nothing can kill the Grimace.