 Soon, yeah. Mulligan Stew for Bloom, the only Jew in the room. Thanks, Grace Slick. Saxon Sick and the Holy Dregs and their constant getting throw up on his leg. What the hell? Okay. But go find the chorus of... I see. I've got his arm. I've got his arm. I've had it for weeks. I've got his arm. Stephen won't give his arm to no gold star. Oh, Stephen won't give his arm to no gold star mother's farm.