 So anyway, I wrapped it up. I took it to the hotel. I had it that night. I cut it up. Had one bite of it. I'm like, almost died. Thank God for the fiber sheetrock. But in the morning, I wake up and I rub my eyes. Oh, no. Yeah. I think I felt like that guy. Can we rub some more cells? I've done that. I've done that, too. I've been gay. I forgot. I had an itch, and then you touched the wrong spot. That's to find an icy hot.