 Well, one day we were. He's a groupie. Yeah, he's a roadie. He's a roadie. He's a roadie. Okay, okay. God, Donnie was not a groupie. Okay. And we had our little makeshift pyrotechnics that we had loaded in coffee cans and two wires crossed together and put it on top. When you hit the switch, bark, boom, there it went. Okay. Well, he was underneath my keyboards.