I reach into my pocket...
Pull out a fire hose...
Connect it to a font of holy water...
Watch you run screaming from my almighty hose-ishness...
Then..
May this be a warning:
You have taken what doesnt not belong to you.
High above the clouds i send forth your doom.
I command the powers of the gods to take you down.
Leaving the throne of the heavens, the gods annihilate the guilty foes.
Like lightning they strike, leaving me the spoils of their wrath.