You say that to my wife.
Just let me get some Doritos and a beer before the fun starts.
My mother had a particularly distinctive STOMP down the asile, across the room, down the hall whenever she felt someting particularly strongly.
I've seen a LOT of pastors cower from that coming, looming, ZELMA STOMP. She didn't teach men, that I recall. But she could sure ream them a new one if they didn't teach kosher according to ZELMA's construction on reality.