 Well, considering that I'd probably hit him and not even know that I hit anybody. It's like hitting a turtle on the freeway. You go, what was that by the time you realize you're already like 30 miles down the road? Oh, that was Fred Durst. All you hear is, my boy! Wah-ah-ah-ah. No, that wah-ah-ah-ah was not Fred Durst. I know. Wah-ah-ah-ah.