We can't always rizz skibidi gyatts, John. We can't rizz up ice spice. We can't mog kaicenat. We can't gyatt nothing. My whole life, all I ever did was mew. But I can't rizz, neither. I can't rizz my own gyatt. That's the paradox, John. You see? When I'm gone, they'll just find another sigma. They have to, because they have to justify their fanum tax. Our gyatt is rizzed, John.