I'd crawl over 500 miles of molten glass just to be able to listen to Emma Watson's moist buttcheeks flapping against each other in a loud flatulence through a walkie talkie. I'd literally kill myself and spend the rest of eternity in the purgatory if the prize was taking a single deep whiff on Emma Watson's moist armpits. I'd ressurect Hitler and send him to Israel on a Tesla with an army of 2 million men if i could share a gym room with a sweaty, smelly Emma Watson for 5 minutes. I'd hang myself in my own shitted underwear if i could get 5 miles close to Emma Watson's discharge. I would cut my ribs off and continuously beat my head on my own knees for 5 days straight, then cut my wrists and dive on a pond of boiling sewer if the prize was smelling her unwashed morning breath.

And of course, i would literally sign a contract with God in which it would completely delete my existence and any possibility of my existence or consciousness thereafter (e.g afterlife, reincarnation, etc) if the prize was feeding her with 5 pounds of beans and a couple of hours later putting my head in between her legs, doggy style, and taking a huge breath while she completely fills my lungs with her gasses.

Oh god... imagine the smell.