 Spink, spank, spink. From that, Brian made a living. Certainly. Well, he could have cleaned up with a thing like Robin, Robin, sis, boom, bobbin. And, of course, quail, quail, shoot me in the tail. On that, the man could retire. Oh, now, stop. Stop that. Spink, spank, spink. Well, Gracie, can I take your copy of Plato in the Den? Oh, sure. Here it is, Bill. Thank you.