 And I go down there in the gym with my keg, and he's got a six-pack, my belly sticking out in front of me, and I go, I don't think I agree with your nutrition plan. I don't think I'm going to do those exercises the way you think they ought to be done. You know what that is, Ethan? Dumber than crap. That's what that is. And that's what this email is. It's dumber than crap.