 Oh, the sniper that ostensibly had the assassin, the would-be assassin in his sights for several minutes and didn't get permission. Can you text me back? Yeah, I can do that. Let's see here. Where's a sniper when you need one? Ouch. Oh, geez. My ears. Roseanne's rendition sounded better. Yike, don't quit your day job. Sorry, this is my day job. 775-55-59. You're on with Mark Ewins. Go ahead.