 Why have you been staring? Mr. Valentine, please. George. Yeah, Brooksby. Another record, just like the other one. Here, let me see. Here, play it. The same groove, and it's blank in the middle. I'm sure it is unnecessary to explain my whisper, because the music on the other side will explain itself. Come on, come on, turn it over. But it's exactly the same. It's just like the other one.