Well, that worldwide-male-suffering mission the seven of you have sounds like a godly deed to me. Seven might be my favourite number, but I remind you that just Four Horsemen were enough to swiftly bring the Apocalypse. You might be overstaffed there, dear.
But anyway. The Monopoly Man and I are not on speaking terms. You shall cast all the Armageddon you fancy upon him—I'll take the lmaos.