 Mr. NASCAR went to Joe Gibbs Racing. Going to deposit about half a million dollars in the bank account. We're going to unload the engine, drop some oil on the track, 25 laps to go. Over. Confirmation there, Mr. Gibbs? We'll alert Ty. Copy. I didn't do squat. Didn't do a damn thing. So there you go. Kirby, secure up there. Secure.