 What I don't know is why you're not doing 30 days on a rock pile for that rumpus you just kicked up and caught. Would you like a soft drink? No, thanks. All right, just one, baby. Jerk. The judge said he understood and left me off with a short lecture, which is what I accounted on. Oh. You mean all that fireworks in there was planned, not just spontaneous combustion? That's right. I had to have time.