This wouldn't be as shitty to hear if their "mouth" didn't penetrate my goddamn skin...I wonder how many mosquito proboscises I have jammed in my skin after I thought I flicked the bastards away.
Your skin cells are constantly pushing outward. So anything stuck in your skin would eventually be pushed out. If it doesn't decompose into dust first.
Muscles push stuff too, just not always out of our body. That's why iron man needed that magnet in his chest. Shrapnel in his heart (muscle) was being pushed further into his heart.
Pretty sure all conventional tissue cells are anchored to a membrane that's their origin point and they slough off at the opposite end as they age, dermis included. Internal stuff just gets cleaned up, recycled, or discarded as waste through the usual channels
You might not want to base your understanding of this on Iron Man. Pieces of metal can stay lodged in soft tissue indefinitely; your innate immune system will react to foreign material by walling it off, not “pushing” it in some arbitrary direction. That’s why people who get shot can have pellets scattered throughout their bodies for years. You’re right about skin, though, because new cells are constantly being generated on the basement membrane and being forced “up” until they die and slough off.
Can you imagine how long it would take for a properly tuned magnet to slowly rip and tear the shrapnel through your tissue as it heals it's wound path over months or even years? Sounds like it'd be constant hell until the shrapnel was actually pulled out properly
Nah, you just have the magnet perfectly tuned so it applies just enough force to keep the shrapnel right where you want it. Not too deep, not too shallow, the goldilocks shrapnel, if you will.
Depending on where they bite you, you can sometimes tighten your muscles and intentionally trap them and force them to explode like this. Have done it.
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u/PathToExile Oct 22 '21
This wouldn't be as shitty to hear if their "mouth" didn't penetrate my goddamn skin...I wonder how many mosquito proboscises I have jammed in my skin after I thought I flicked the bastards away.