Brain shuts down, and I start to go like. Like those types of burps. The gut starts to like, push out more, and then I'll start ripping crazy farts. Like, I farted. Christina made this pasta dish, and last night I farted. So crazy. She goes, do you even respect me anymore? Like, I was like, yeah, but I mean, this is what's going on right now. This happens. This is marriage.