It was a fact: Stacy was the most awesome place in a universe full of awesome places.  Yes.

There were people, and it was scary that they looked at him and saw him, but they were nice!  Hardly any screaming or crying at all, and best of all, they stayed there and talked to him for a long, long time before fear and/or revulsion drove them away.  And there was food!  Perfect food, made just for him.  He'd never had food made just for him, not when he was in his bloody form!  It was wonderful, and it had come in a vat-sized portion, and he was happy.  So happy.  Much bigger, and so, so happy.

And there were places to explore!  Lots and lots and lots!  He'd never thought there could be a place so big.  There wasn't enough room in his imagining for it.

That was what he was doing now: exploring.  He had fed, and now there were pieces of him washing along in several locations, building a mental map.  To someone with a distant perspective and the right kind of mind, there might have been something pleasing about the intricately branching path of his wandering and the thoroughness with which he explored every surface he could.  In time, he came to the city, and then he all but exploded with enthusiasm.  Big!

To someone with a more personal, immediate perspective and the unfortunate timing to be right there when Duuv came through, it looked like street was suddenly awash with blood.  It swept along in low-crested waves, coiling up walls and anything else that looked climbable, and it had an unfortunate tendency to launch itself off of things, squirting up into the air and expanding into a huge, drifting, happily laughing sheet.  The only mercy was that he was careful to leave a healthy gap between himself and others - though there were many who would say that three feet of personal space was not enough when the other person was a large piece of Duuv.

"Whee!"