Nope, it's now clear to me I have built an epic device of death and now it needs to detonate. It's a been a good run ol' buddy, but to be fair I'm pretty sure I'm coming back to life after that sweet pact I made at the crossroads with the devil (got a sweet goat guitar out of it too, you should hear me shred, it's almost unholy!)
As to everyone else though, I think those guys are effed being in my 50 yard kill radius (half a football field, Jesus! Errr, I mean "not Jesus" (stupid crossroads pact.)
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These are jumping-jacks, MoG. Simmer down.