 I'm very particular about what I put in my body these days. You see, I'm making this special meal for my bunny angel. He's a very picky eater and the recipe calls for a cherry on top. I mean, I know a lot of people are like a lot of people won't eat sugar. Sugar ain't my boss no more. Some people won't eat carbs. You scientists say don't eat carbs one day and only eat carbs the next. A lot of people won't even eat meat. I'd like a knuckle sandwich. Sorry, I don't eat meat. But I'm more particular than all of them. So a couple of guys don't rinse out their socks. For me, I won't even think about putting something in my body. Don't even think about it. They mustn't be disturbed. Unless it tastes good. Eat this pinecone. Well, eat it. It will amuse me. How is it? How does it taste? It's awful. I know it's a strange criteria these days. Finish it. Eat it. I hate it. Eat it. Eat it. Swallow it. But I'm a firm believer in it. For me, while eating, I have a stain. If I'm gagging it, I ain't having it. It hurts. This is for Lois. Go on. That's my motto. That's what I'm talking about. That's my code. My motto. Thanks for the morning. Motto, okay.