Oh, it's August. It's hot, it's turned us into. Zombie. Let's not move. We cannot move because we make one move. We sweat and our arm might snap off. Yes. Watch out for us because we will try to integrate into society. Yeah. You won't know it until you go. Oh, hey, somebody's nibbling on my brain. Yeah. Caution, caution. Then you will not be able to do anything because you will not have any more brightness. There are no nerve endings in your brain, but it don't matter. Because it still hurts,...