I’m talking something to the extent of doing a frontside kickflip on a skateboard off an elderly, endangered panda’s back while drinking ultra extreme Mountain Dew and wearing an inverted crucifix.
How about eating an E. coli-infected Taco Bell (see the corporate name drops? yeah, I’m waiting to get paid here) burrito supreme on the deck of that ill-fated boat from The Perfect Storm, while shouting into the sky in between meaty mouthfuls, “By the power of Grayskull… I HAVE THE POWER!”
Or something so simple that we’ve all considered, such as tipping over a neatly parked row of souped-up Harleys like glinting chrome dominoes– and then wait for the reaction, arms crossed, smile smug, pocket protector intact.
A suggestion almost as equally awesome, once in the grocery store my grandma noted an entire open cooler full of eggs, and said to me with a mischievous tone, “Don’t you just wanna smash ’em all?”
The options are truly endless. I fully accept other suggestions, especially from the other two members of the unofficial Trifecta of Three (coughahem! PatandMark!).