If your recent visits here have filled you with dread—oh God, wormme’s not posting because he’s polishing some gigantic thing to drop on our heads—then you know me well.
The problem (from my viewpoint) is that writing this ponderous prose has led to several ideas worth exploration in their own right. Which would probably be more effective, too.
So the best analog for what’s coming is that soon you’ll be crushed under a post the size of a horse. I’ll then commence beating on select locations of its rapidly cooling corpse, with you still trapped beneath.
No thanks are necessary. Or expected.