One day, while admiring your view of the ocean from the balcony of your expansive palatial home, you see another mighty angel come down from heaven, this one clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow is upon his head, and his face is as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire: and he has in his hand a little book open: and, as he lands, he sets his right foot upon the sea, and his left foot on the earth, and he cries with a loud voice, as when a lion roareth.
Oh shit. You've fucked up real bad.