 How you feel, Mr. Blaylock?" And I spoke back to her, and then she hunched at her little grandson. She said, don't you see Mr. Charles? You speak to Mr. Charles. And he spoke, he really spoke. He said, hey, so what's up? Eight years old, eight years old. Now imagine, imagine that was Mudd here, and me standing there, and me saying to Ms. Lochebell, hey, what's up?