 It's like sailing them out. When it comes to the old people, though, I feel bad because every time I get upset, I go, my goodness, that's probably going to be me at some point. No, but they're dead. I mean, one time I said that. Well, I'm going to be dead, too. The guy's jaw just fell off. What the hell? No, if you go to Cherry Street on Tuesday, trust me on this, you'll develop Tourette's Syndrome within moments. Okay, so you're going with old people. I'm going with the old people. That sounds like a strong, solid vote for old people. Write it in blood.