Granted, but in the midst of preparing the tea the pot of boiling water tips over onto the stove and onto your foot. The stove malfunctions from the watery mess and erupts in a ball of fire, blowing out the nearest window and disturbing a bee hive that was hanging near it on the outside. The bees, obviously upset, sting you until you die. Tea = death.
I wish I had an awesome yo-yo!