Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- Very good. We shall use my largest scales. Sorry. Old woman! And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! He hasn't got shit all over him. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads.