 I hate to interrupt you when you're busy, Mr. Foster, but I bet you could never guess what I got in the mail this morning. No, most likely I couldn't. I got a poem. A poem? Yeah. Wasn't any name signed to it, but they didn't have to be. I know what it's from. It's from Tom Daggett. Oh. He started that up again, has he? Yeah. Oh, honest, Mr. Foster, I'm so thrilled. Well, it's all right to be thrilled, but don't you go getting thrilled to the point where you're going to make mistakes in your work.