Hell, You have all day. You have all days. You have endless weeks. You wait there calmly before the door as nights and days flash by in a ever quickening strobe. You don't even care is forever goes by. That's just fine. After 30 million years you notice the metal is starting to rust. You mouth stretches into a seventeen thousand year grin. Seven million more years go by. You have been drawing energy up from the floor for a martial arts strike for a couple hundred years. Suddenly you spin and deliver a kick heard across the mutli-verse. The whole wall blows out in flaming chunks of burnt circuitry. You step threw laughing a digital zen laugh.