 I have a few small pick, some large pick and I call Butcher to see what if I sell you the pick and then you can sell the pick to Butcher make three, four hundred dollars. I'd rather make more money on the pokies, man. What is the pokies, huh? It's the rattlesnake that you buy, but not the pick. Yeah, yeah, definitely. Maybe I have a friend who also sell rattlesnake. I'll snap them up. Okay, what's your number? I'm number one, mate. What is the rest of the number? That's it, I'm just number one, buddy. You're number one? Do not lie to me, do not waste my time. Excuse me, hey, I'm talking now. Your number is not one. Why you laugh, huh? My wife is sick. I need to sell the pick, okay? She flicking around with the two, three pick in the box outside and the neighbor look over the fence and say, your wife is sick. And then you laugh and you give me number one. F***, the rattlesnake. You are a pick. I tell all at Butcher. Yeah, you just tell him if he says, oh, yeah.