I'm Getting Cooked. No, No, It's All Right.

One of the days you're going to arrive, and it's going to inform you on having never left. There may be plans to arrive for sure, but then it will be almost like a comedic joke when you arrive. Can anybody hear me? This first, this one. And we're going to end soon. It doesn't work. It's too small on the brim. Oh, I have a hat. It's not stopping anything. Yeah. No, no, it's all right. But, you know, no. See, now someone gave me another message: Did you want to touch the star? That's a feather. So, yeah, anyone else out there?