The almighty power of the giant mast allures all to succumb to its enormous size and omniscient intelligence. Disobedience is an impossibility. All who come will learn and grow both spiritually and in their pants. Whether at the beach, at the Douglass Fudge pavilion thingy, or any place within the northeastern United States (some of Canada too, maybe), the giant lightning rod will always prevail. By the way, has anyone seen my toe clippings? I think I lost them in the sand. If you find them, call a Poison Control Center.