And he’s like, Let’s not dance around it. I’ll blow you. Okay? I’ll bring my own stepladder. And I’ll stop editing Katie’s scripts. I’ll read them exactly the way she writes them for me. Word for word. I promise. Steve, I’m standing on a box outside your office right now with jumper cables attached to my nipples. Look out the window. Yeah. That’s me. I’ll do it, Steve. I swear I will.