 There is a magical age in New York City, which is 11. 11 is the perfect age? Well, it's not the perfect age, but it is the magical age. Okay, tell us what's magical about 11. Because what happens at 11 is reasonable people who have 11-year-old children let them go free. They're called free range now or something. I really hope not. They do. They have a free range movement. Cannibals much prefer that. They can't just say we're letting our kids out. They have a title for it and everything. Really? Yeah. Well, I don't know. I think 11 is the age when you could reasonably expect to at least ride a bus if not the subway. And I feel like other places, until you're like 16, 17 years old, you're like in the back all gothic and like... As your mom drives you to like the Denny's, you know? But here, you know, age of consent in New York, 11.