 Hey, look, how's it going? Greg, Kelly! I was talking to my former boss, the Brockford Llama. He said, Joe, he took me by my hand. He pulled me over. He said, Joe, look, it's going to be our luck. Oh, man, this is creeping me out. Mr. President, you've got to get out of here. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. George W. Bush? Hello, Mr. President. You I don't like, but I can tolerate you for now. What's up?