 No, I have asked my dog to rub lotion on me, and it turned out to be barbecue sauce, which then freaked me out a little bit. You know what I mean? Yeah. That's a story. That's another story maybe Vanity Fair can come up with. I will say, Christy Gnome's got to be pissed, right? Like, she wrote this book, and she had this dog store, and she's just gone, and RFK Jr. gets to eat dogs, and apparently he's going to get 10% of the vote, which is...