Folks, here's the deal. My father used to say: "Listen, Jack, don't mess with a prince of Tyre. He's no ordinary man, no malarkey! He's like a divine being, literally. I'm not joking. See here, Jack, with a crown of gold, he's wise and has great understanding. I tell you what, he's like an angel, walking in the garden of Eden. Not gonna happen! Excuse me, but what was that? He's like the guardian cherub, uh, you know, protecting the holy mountain of God. Or uh, you know, his heart was proud and proud was his eyes. That's right, c'mon, man! He was full of wickedness. But obviously, that was a long time ago, so, no need to worry now.