Guess what? I’m gonna be on TMZ tomorrow. Why? Okay, yeah, that’s a solid question. Uh, perhaps it’s because I got a job as a paparazzi, and they’re gonna use my footage of me chasing after Ben Affleck going, Ben, Ben, do you have a rebound? Do you want one? Or maybe I’m just there to make a pregnancy announcement that I got knocked up. A celebrity. Or maybe I’m just there to make a PSA reminding you to recycle. Or perhaps we’ll finally get to the reason as to why I’m whispering despite the fact I live alone. It makes no sense. I don’t know.