Have you ever sat down and really committed to eating an entire furnace? Breaking it down, systematically as you go. Eating the entire thing. Not because you've been forced. No. Because you want to. You enjoy it. You enjoy the flavor, the ugly tingle. The metal color on your teeth. You're partially magnetic and you've earned it.
And eating the whole thing. Just like dad would've wanted. This is what it means to be a man. Eating industrial equipment that you can find in your house.
And no door knob bullshit.