 He said, hold on, hold on, hold on. He walked over to it, climbed up on a ladder, ran his finger through it, licked it, and said, well, it tastes terrible, but look, I'm all right. Let's get back to work. And they got back to work and launched the missile. That night, he was said to drink a couple extra shots of liquor just in case. Counted the effect. Yeah. He was one of the best.