Oh my God. Hi. You... you're here. You're actually here. I, I was a little worried you weren't gonna come, honestly. No, no, no, Chris, wait, hang on. Can I just talk? Before you yell at me about not, you know, contacting you out of the blue after years? Because I'm just going to say things, okay? And afterwards, if you feel like it, you can turn around, and walk right out that door, and never see me again, okay?