 That's our sacred mountain. This is our sacred antenna. It's shaped like a cross, made out of aluminum. Got any aluminum? We've still got some corn left. Hey, corn, now we can make whiskey. We've been waiting hundreds of years for this. And Tom Collins. Here, Injun, you want some fire water? No. We were warned by our elders not to drink anything that would make us weak or silly. Ha, ha, ha!