I know what you said, and I’m not going to listen. I see the number fall ever so slightly, and I know this one, this one is real. It has to be. And I want to keep going down, so I can push back just a little— yes, I can, just a little, I swear! This is my choice. I’m in control here; yes, I am—don’t doubt me! You saw how good I was; you saw how well I fought! So why can’t I just give a little, and do this thing for me? It’s just a compromise. I can do it just fine. I don’t care what you say; I’m not like anyone you’ve seen. I won’t slip all the way back, just by cutting out a little. It’s still enough, and no one will tell me it’s too much.