 You never turn on the television and hear, oh, hey, Carrington got attacked by a shark. No, I don't go where the sharks live. In fact, I don't even know how to swim. I don't mess with their area, and hopefully they don't mess with my area. We've got a good thing going. I don't get how you can be the third or fourth person eaten by the shark. I don't understand. The first person, all right, you got me. Second person, you might catch me on the way leaving the water. I ain't going to be the third or fourth person getting bit by no shark. Uh-uh. Nope.