[It will absolutely help the leg situation! In that it will completely remove the fact that Church has to move his limbs and support his own (steadily increasing) weight from the entire situation.

Which, you know. Is solving it, in Blood Gulch terms.]

Oh, hell no. If you're going to be a vehicle you are going to be something I can steer.

[Church is going to just. Stand here. Feet planted awkwardly just over shoulder width apart, and hands on his hips, glaring down this mountain of muscle like he actually expects to win.

Which, you know, he does.]

Pick me up properly or I'm staying right here.