 Oh, the pressure. My birthday's in January. January. January. We need to throw her, like, I mean, off. We definitely need to do something for her. You just don't do anything for me. We'll do something for her. Okay, yeah, yeah. Actually, we'll multiply the efforts. We'll make it so uncomfortable. Like, she'll walk out and she'll be like, a Honda Civic. Why did you guys buy me a car? Can I get completely off the rails here with a story? Why not? Because sometimes I get tired of this whole Lakers stuff and everything. Yeah, yeah, yeah.