Well, that's the end of our album. You can open your eyes now. Wasn't I fantastic? Ninja Brian, you did a pretty okay job too. I'm particularly impressed by the way you're simultaneously playing piano, pan flute, maracas, and a gong next to me right now. It almost makes me regret calling you fat, stupid, ugly, and saying that you have an STD during the course of this album, even though all of those things are true. ...I- I mean not true. I guess, in the end, the only thing that really matters is that we're friends. Am I right? Am I- am I right, Ninja Brian? Cool. Dipshit.