 A long time ago, I thought about blocking my Uncle Stuart. I probably should have. He's that uncle. You know what I'm talking about. At the family reunion, you're like, just ignore him. That's my Uncle Stuart. And he just sent me during the last break a picture of his, let's call it arsenal. I can't think of a better word for it. It looks like he went to Big Bob's Fireworks and literally said, I'll take one of everything.