 If they try their little game of chicken again, it's... It's... There they are. Coming? Coming toward it? No. I see them. I've seen us, and they're pulling ahead again. They go so fast. They're going to turn. They're going to turn. I know it. I know. I can't stand this. I just can't stand it. I'd rather be dead. Now, wait a minute. We have a minute. Stop. I'd never start. My arms and legs wouldn't obey you.