Milton, here’s what I don’t understand. You’re having a fine, chill morning, and then all of a sudden you pick up your little bone. Look how tastefully draped that blanket is. Ugh, you pick up your bone, Milton, and then you just get stressed out. You… All right, all right. He just gets so stressed out. I mean… He’s a man of tasks and objectives, which I appreciate, but he was just lying in his little donut, happy as can be, and then he got up, grabbed his bone, and just got stressed out. Oh no. The thing is, he learned that from me. Oh, well done, buddy, well done. Look at that.