 Don't be knocking on the gravy train here. I mean, you know, when Santa Claus shows up at your door, you know, when I was in college, I worked at the slaughterhouse. And there was a gentleman that had Charlay cattle for the novelty. I mean, they were pink-hided. I mean, they were purebreds, albinos, really. And he was giving them to the university because all of a sudden Charlay was the thing to have.