… I’d bring down the house — literally.

There would be no survivors. There would be no mercy. I’d make Genghis Khan look like the cross-dressing, girly, pony-obsessed dweeb he was. If Stalin saw my circus he’d tell me to seek professional help then slowly back out of the room. Cats and dogs would rain from the heavens and fire and brimstone would rise from the Earth. There would be blood, and pain, as you cannot imagine.

But other than that we’d have a lovely time.