You haven't really peaked until the truck pulls up: "Same Day Delivery" and then the spirit flows out of you and flaps around like a mile-long CVS receipt. You've dunked on everyone (you dunked the Be(Je)Zos out of 'em) and the last challenge left is to dunk on G-d, Theirself. "This is my house!", you yell into the void. The spacetime around you and inside you vibrates like the ra-ga-ga-ga-ga of the backboard, increasing harmonic pitch until it shatters to a million pieces.