 Tacos. Thank goodness we got Jose. We probably wouldn't survive them lead-lined hockey pucks you call biscuits. They're liable to kill us, that's for sure. No problem. No problem for you, no, but for us, yes. No, you just get reincarnated, see? So what if they kill you? Get what? Reincarnated. Then you come around again, don't you know? What's that? Reincarnation. Some kind of flower, Ranger, does it? No, it's that stuff we put in our coffee in the morning. Oh!