Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go to your house, you know. Makes perfect sense. Let’s, uh… Let’s completly screw up yur house so you never wanna spend another night in it. Sure. You know, why not? Yeah, and how’s about I send over my psycho-bitch wife to, uh, you know, break your balls and threaten you? God, that would be hiarious, you know.