 We are not a worship. May the Almighty be with us. That is all. Yes, sir. Nothing, sir. Now I see nothing on the busy place. But radio locator. Here, look at it, sir. Up and down. Up and down. Something monstrous. Monster in size, sir. Making lunatic dashes toward us. At collision speeds. Then skipping away at the same fantastic speed. We are not a worship. Here it comes. There it goes away again.