 The folks that I used to run around with, if I would have said little kids would sit on my lap, rub my leg down, and it would make the hair on my leg stand up. You'd have been a lonely boy. I'd have got the hell kicked out of me. Seriously. No. They don't put up with that around Prosser and Kennesaw? Prosser, Kennesaw, Hastings, Nebraska. Man, I'll tell you what, Randy.