 You don't gotta be like that all the time, man. Yo, my bad G, shit mad grit, dawg. Oh, does she? Yeah, I was trying to unmute, but I dropped my headset, trying to fucking wiggle. That's why y'all kept going down. Shit mad grit. I was on the phone, but what's up, y'all? Damn it, Jill, if you had been recovering, this probably would come out the same. DS, DS, DS. No DS. Take hits, take hits. We're not gonna let this girl die. She has mad grit! She has mad grit! I've been so scared of a mad grit before in my life. The worst time possible, because we, like, all three of us were in the basement, and we could totally take hits to save Jill, but he had mad grit. You know, while he's on my ass, I'm out of here. Hey, guys, can you get him? Yeah, yeah, I'm already on it. Sorry, I said it while you two were arguing whether or not you could have finished. Oh, hey, Sam. No, oh shit, oh shit. He's really casting me up, bro. Are we taking hits? What are you doing? I was trying. More like K-art. He has fucking, he has iron grass, bro. Hey, we know he pauses, the time of pauses, or whatever, the wiggle time, wiggle progress. Well, he's got whatever that is, mad grit. Yeah, there you go. Yeah. Maybe mad grit and iron grass, possibly, because that shit was slow as fuck. Oh, he did, yeah. While he found that hat. Look, all I needed this time. Welcome to the party, bro. I'm feeling surprisingly confident, which never ends well. Oh yeah, barbecue?