 But then they come to me and say, tell me what he says. I say, well, don't worry about it. You know? I say, give me a card, boys. And I walk through that mic. And you go, ta-da! Shem! And I walk through that mic. And before I open my mouth, there's all the white boys that I was raised with, you know, sitting up there, sharp. And they hollering, dimple! Satch! Hey, there! Hey, blah, blah, blah. Man, you thought the walls was coming in.