 Allison? What are you doing? You're gonna give away my position. So who? They're guarding the entrance. That guy? You can take him. No, no, no. You don't understand. Because if I walk past him, he's gonna... He's gonna politely ask for your attention. Exactly. He's going to be friendly and better than me. And I don't want to be perceived as rude. And then he's gonna have my money and my social security number. And I don't know if I can do this. He's the rude one. The children are gonna know that I could have helped and I didn't help. And I will never be able to step foot in an orphanage. Again... Look, it's really not that big of a deal, okay? I'll go with you and I'll absorb all the eye contact for you. No, no, no, no. It's too risky. I'm thinking of sneaking up behind and putting a bag over his head. And while he's trying to get the bag off, running past him as fast as possible. No, no. That's the coward's play, okay? You need to be direct with these guys, okay? They only respond to aggression. It's like prison. Look at him. He's like a predator waiting for his prey. Well, I mean, you gotta bite the bullet. You can't stand here forever. No. One of us will have to die eventually. Alright, come on. No, no, no. Hi. Yes! Now what else is weird? I went to an Ikea a few years ago and I just now came back out. And inside I found this cool Patreon.