Sounds like a thrill, but I’ve got a habit of checking the tide first. Let’s keep the cliff jump to a solid wave, not a storm that’ll leave us both soaked and regretting the whole thing. How about we scout the spot, then jump when the swell’s just right? That way you get your chaos, and I get to make sure no one ends up in a surf‑tide black hole.

I’ll be there, eyes on the horizon, no bailing. But if that swell decides it’s a prank, I’ll yank you back in—just to keep the legend safe. Let's make it one for the books.