 Then they bust in and murder the watchman. But I don't get it. Forget it. So you're looking for work, huh? Yeah, any kind of work. Well, what would you say to a job with me? In your warehouse? No, not exactly. This will end you a lot bigger piece of change than working down there. I don't know what that slug did to my brain, but if this is how it feels, it'd be crazy. Brother, I want to stay that way. Yeah, I think you and me are going to get along okay, Whitman.