At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.

"The shape is going to be determined by how fast the thing is spinning," he continued.

A door on the left opened; the shape went in.

Several shadowy shapes went by at a considerable height above us.

He seemed to pursue her figure through the narrative, and to let every other shape go by him, as if it were nothing.

The black shape went into the drawing room and Coraline followed it in, a little nervously.

Supposedly it's actually being built to the order of 100K+ a day and we still don't even know what the rough shape is going to be?

The long black shape went tumbling down the Peak, green blood gushing from it.

Then the black shape went lower, and settled at the person's feet.

The shapes it was taking were going to give Conway nightmares for many weeks to come.