That right there is the mail. Now let's talk about the mail. Can we talk about the mail, please, Gaf? I've been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, OK? "Nintendo Direct," this name keeps coming up over and over again. Every day Nintendo's mail is getting sent back to me. Nintendo Direct! Nintendo Direct! I look in the mail, and this whole box is Nintendo Direct! So I say to myself, "I gotta find this guy! I gotta go up to his office and put his mail in the guy's goddamn hands! Otherwise, he's never going to get it and he's going to keep coming back down here." So I go up to Nintendo's office and what do I find out, Gaf? What do I find out?! There is no Nintendo Direct. The man does not exist, okay? So I decide, "Oh shit, buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper." There's no Nintendo Direct? You gotta be kidding me! I got boxes full of Nintendo! All right. So I start marchin' my way down to Daisy in HR and I knock on her door and I say, "Daisy! Daisy! I gotta talk to you about Nintendo." And when I open the door what do I find? There's not a single goddamn desk in that office! There...is...no...Daisy in HR. Gaf, half the employees in this building have been made up. This office is a goddamn ghost town.