 Of eat, drink, smoke. I feel like the Marie Callender's frozen meal has impacted my palate when it comes to reviewing this cigar. Marzipan? You're just the worst kind of person. I can't even ask the next question, but I'll ask it. Fingers below. How are you still alive? Today, Tony, I jogged three miles backwards. I feel fantastic. That's not true. Oh, the other things are true. I did two burpees last week. Right. That I believe. That I totally believe.