 Fabulous. That was pretty good, Sam. I'm going solo. What do you mean, Sam? These little duets we occasionally sing. They're not little. They're cute, but I'm ready to fly alone, Clay. You want to fly alone? Clay, don't, please. Bow, bow, wow, wow. Cut the crying. It's not a good look for you. Cut the crying. Sorry, Sam. I'm ready to fly alone. Where, Sam? Up there in the danger zone.