 It wasn't until like six weeks later that they realized that the man upstairs was dead and the record was on read. My dad didn't buy the record, more so that he went up there, beat this guy with a baseball bat, and took that particular record. He's like, hey, I'm your downstairs neighbor. Hey, what's that? I'm going to get shirts made. What's that? It just has ellipses. Hey, what's that? And then just a picture of somebody pointing. So in our real world...