 Like an old buck rabbit. He's a plenty tough customer. Oh, good grief. What's the matter, Tim? What a fireman I turned out to be. Huh? Well, the first chance I have to tackle a forest fire, I go hide in the middle of a hill. And then I have to stand still as a statue for fear some old buck rabbit may give me a punch in the nose. Well, I guess we have to stand up all the time. Yeah, we better sit down. We'll be here a long time. Oh, sure, sure. Only...