 Then a liver mush sandwich with a little bit of mustard on it. A little bit of mustard. A little bit of mustard. Just plain mustard. Hear that, Sheriff Cloninger? Oh, boy. I can't telegraph it any more than I just did. That's Super Bowl calendar chow down there, man. I'll just take a sausage biscuit. No liver mush for me. These guys don't know how to eat in here, Bremer. You've got to help me out. Bernie, if you ever have it once, you're hooked. You have to have food delivered in order to eat, Beth. Fried liver mush. Yes, my friend. Ooh, daddy. Preach.