I imagine John sitting in a room full of all kinds of, like, you know, maps with pins in them and strings going from place to place all about, like, TBTL fundraising. And there's one wall that's, like, dazzlers. And then he was looking at that. He was, you know, it was late at night. There was, like, half-consumed cups of coffee everywhere. Paper cups, by the way. He's in, like, a shirt and tie, but the tie is loosened. He's rolled up the sleeves. And he looks up and he says, ah, I've got it. I'm describing what I believe Stan Lee's process to be. I can do you one