Having gone too long from their daily regime of face hole stuffing a combination of Hater Tots and a Cow Tipper followed by a few consecutive Red Apples to please their lungs - SuperThugs are starting to suffer from the debilitating effects of entropy.  Preliminary observations suggests they have substantially dropped in defense.  Someone with 300 less hash marks on their guitar case can probably topple one that they found difficult just a few hours ago.

We will watch carefully over the next few days to see if these SuperThugs regress even further, perhaps becoming MediocreThugs or even worse, UwUThugs; thugs so regressed in evolution that they are slowly crawling back into the oceans as soon as mom finishes bringing choccy milk, fresh tendies and this months limited supply special edition fenga pappets.