I understand the sentiment, but word choice man...
You want to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing? Go outside, turn around three times and spit. What the hell's the matter with you?
Afterwards go into the kitchen and make us a sandwhich. I am thinking ham, provolone, mozzarella, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, crushed Calabrian peppers, with a gluten free bread using a panini press. Also make something for Greg without cheese or dairy. Love y’all!