Now, in the quantum moment before the closure, when all become one. One moment left. One point of space and time. I know who you are. You are destiny.
Make a lounge at it, just like if you had a sword, and the enemy, fearful of it's puny and worthless life, with a face full of grim and the terror no man has ever been forced to face, having your favorite strawberry waffles covered in the best Maple Syrup, glucose, sticky, and sweeted like the kiss of young and beautiful maiden in spring time, and simply not willing to hand them out, not even for his life.