I heard a guy on television the other night, he was talking about pigeons. He called them flying rats. I thought that was pretty good. What he had in mind, he was gonna give 'em the flu or something to make them extinct. Now, uh... there was a guy that got shit on, probably got shit on again. Then he got mad. They ruined his suit or somethin'. So he's gonna spend the rest of his life getting even with pigeons... 'cause they ruined a $400 suit. Now, uh... there's no percentage in that... because there are probably 10 million pigeons in Boston alone... all of them laying eggs every day... which generally produce more pigeons... all dropping tons and tons of shit every day, rain or shine. And this guy in New York, he's gonna, well... There just aren't gonna be any more of them in this world.