 President Biden is just resting on Obama's laurels. She's resting on the bed. Poor baby. She looks awful. Which isn't good. Because I don't think the Laurel brothers can hold him up. Sir, it's quite possible this asteroid is not entirely stable. Not entirely stable. Like all President Biden's job appointments, the Laurel brothers were hired purely based on their immutable characteristics. Who hired that towel? Can barely walk, let alone dry somebody off. You think you're better than me? The Laurel brothers being the first pair of four foot one arm transgender little people ever hired to hold up the president. Literally. Most prior presidents being able to stand on their own. I can do it on my own. Honestly, watching the Laurel brothers work is like watching somebody try to park a bike that has a kickstand that's too small. Dismount, kickstand, stay. What do you like? But of course, you can't go out and get a larger kickstand because that would be bigoted against four foot one arm transgender little people. I've been called a bigot towards persons with disabilities. Apparently the Laurel brothers have also been assigned the task of updating the nuclear codes. I'm sure they picked something secure. I'll tell them. I'll tell them. I knew it would work. Alright, give it to me. Given the high confidence level of those making higher end decisions. The combination is one, one, one, two, two, three, four, four, five. That's the stupidest combination I've ever heard in my life. That's the kind of thing an idiot would have on his luggage. Higher end decisions based on the applicants, perhaps we're in trouble. Well, did it work? Where's the cake? It worked, sir. We have the combination. Great. What's the combination? One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five. Yes. That's amazing. I've got the same combination on my luggage.