 My cousin was convinced that inflation was going to rob us all of everything any second now. You're never right, but I need you. Making our money as worthless as if stolen by a petty pickpocket right out of our hands. I've been robbed. Of course you've been robbed. So, he took action. I have to take action. I hate action. Quickly handing me something. And I was like, what's this? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's this? Oh, come on. We don't even have ventilation. He said, it's the thousand dollars I owe you. Thanks. Thanks a lot. Honestly, I can't decide if his action was better or worse than him actually waiting until the thousand dollars was really worth less than a moldy raisin before then giving it to me. That's worth less than a penny. But whatever. Wait after economics. Let me tell you a little story. Fine. I am trying to tell him a story. Shh.