Okay, y'all, we're going to be remeeting with the military. I reckon helping to contain the damage that occurred and defeating the threats is gonna work a bit in our favor. But we need to know what y'all are wanting.
[Scott] I've about half a flask of the foulest tasting alcohol in my bag. I'm fairly certain it was made in a tub by someone's granny. Desperate times. Have some, but save me the last drop. Or finish it and get me more.
Whenever we get back, you're rescheduling your cattle run.