Alright Wendy, you don’t seem to grasp the reality of our situation here so let me break this down for you. Who, uh, who do you think you’re talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how much I launder a year? I mean, uh, even if I told you, you – well, truthfully, uh, I doubt you’d even believe it. Do you know what’d happen if, hypothetically, uh, I suddenly decided to stop running my businesses? Shell companies big enough that they could be listed on the NASDAQ go belly up. Disappear! I’ve done the math, they cease to exist without me. So no Wendy, uh, you clearly don’t know who you’re talking to, so, uh, lemme be crystal clear here. There’s a less than non-zero percentage of a chance that I’m in danger. In fact Wendy, logistically speaking, I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets thrown off a highrise balcony and, uh, you think that of me? No, uh, my cartel-bankrolled hitman is the one who knocks. Chew on that for a bit, Wendy, mkay?