 That's the confusing part. I mean, how can this be truth? I mean, there was a guy that was killed. You know what this is? This is like being lost in a wilderness of mirrors. There are mirrors everywhere reflecting everything, and it's confusing. I hate mirror rooms. I hate the mirror room at the amusement park. I get confused. I always bump into things. I don't like it. But we don't have to be.