 And then they go, well, I mean, we got to tax the hell out of them because you're not paying enough in gas taxes. Wait a minute. You push me, you force me to buy this, and then you're sitting there with a billy club on the way out the door. Congratulations, you helped save the planet. And then you clock them upside the head. You go, oh, that doesn't seem very gentlemanly. Or, sorry, zeal-y. I don't know how to pluralize gender dysphoria. But you...