 I think we're done writing this declaration. Is that the latest copy? John, I asked you to keep track of the newest. Where is it? I swear, it was just here. John, you had won! John! It seemed to have valid before my very eyes. Oh, my God. Do I never invite you to party? Yes. Has your forehead gotten larger? I shall be smudgedy. Fellas, fellas, relax. I created a click-up task. Oh. Oh. Tommy, always saving John's dairy eggs. Laugh now, but I will be president. He'll be president, and I'll have my face carved in the side of a mountain. No, no, no, no, no. You just click. Oh, click-up.