I’m happy for you. I’m glad you felt so great. But let me tell you something you don’t know, since all you want to do is tell everybody what a bad brother I am these days. When you went past us laughing and flapping your arms and shrieking, “Beatcha, Bumpsters!” I had a little grin on my face. I was kinda proud, like, Death Rays, meet my sister. You didn’t catch that, did you?