 I ain't worried about Tank. All I got to do is make the sound of a thunderstorm. That sucker takes off running and hides in the wall. Little man is who I mess up. That old man that peeks out from underneath the cover. I have a feeling that when he comes filing, when he's ready, he'll come out and eat you. Yeah. He really will. And this was him this morning after I got up from the bed. I haven't posted this yet. And let him outside.