 They'd be partying, drinking Mellow Yellow and smoking cigs. And I'd be out there five years, six years old, hanging out with them. It was good life. I love it. I love Alabama, and I love this story. I love the idea of an ammo vending machine. It just feels right. You know what I mean? Like, you ought to be able to just, I mean, just roll up and pick yourself up a pack of nine or, I don't know, even some .22 long rifle just to go plinking at the range. God bless America. That's awesome.