 I thought, this is where my head went. Let me get my shoes. Let me get my shoes. I thought they literally, as they knock him to the ground, that they have to check all his limbs. While they're on the ground protecting him, they have to make sure that he's not shot anywhere else. So they were like feeling him, his whole body to say, you know, arms clear, legs clear. That's what I dreamed up in my head. Maybe I should run the Secret Service because they should do that. Like, you know, body searching him for bullet holes. That's what I thought.