 Before Paulie saw it, he ran down, had them laminated, and got them on the menu done, like a ticket to the Greyhound bus station. It was like a bus ticket, yeah. And he just looked at Paulie and said, we're going to have to do it now. We got the menus. Pot committed, man. He turned him loose at the printers and even got a ticket number on there. That's got to be a special number. That is so cool. Happy hour all day. Happy hour.