 You know, next week over at the Camelot Club, you know. It's only a model. And, hey, what's up? So, anyway. So, work did not let you stay. I convinced them to let me stay until lights out. And so that the bulk of the work was done. Which I had to stay in the control booth anyways. Yeah. Because they were like, no, if some fool hits you, you might go. Yeah.