For some reason I just can not imagine Poop strutting about with a forearm shield and gantlet strapped on to his wrist. Well, it might be better to leave the stap-ons to the boys in the People's Liberation Army. A new way to subsume into their war tactics what they really like to do to themselves.
Make friends with hounds you get to smell like the hound. Then you attract bugs that like the smell as smell equals food. Interesting, a drop chop pick up.