Well, I dropped the hint yesterday, fairly subtle about what was happening today.

He's here. He's back. We're now even. He's been on my show twice. I've been on his show twice the great the unparalleled the

peabody award nominated and eventual peabody pulitzer give him all the awards he's pablo tory

wearing headphones to cover up his newly sprouted dog ears. I don't know how to explain to my family what the photo you're referring to is.

I don't know how to explain it to your audience.

Just know that involves, I guess, one of PFD commenter.

And again, I just can't get over the fact that you are responsible for him, for Eric.

Spoiler alert.

And Big Cat's fans, AI generating a photo of the two of us being truffle sniffing hounds.

There it is.

There it is.

It's, as I say, an incredible haircut I have that is only, only, I believe, framed even more helpfully by the ears, by the years that you don't have.

You don't have the ears. I have the years.

Yeah, I'd love to see what the specific term was that generated that because I didn't get the dog ears.

You did. And also the documents, as I did not notice until this morning, the documents are strictly confipential.

Not confidential. Confidential. We have discovered, which is kind of like how dogs would read if they could.

Like they'd get it wrong.

Like they'd kind of be in the vicinity and they'd think it says confidential.

I don't know.

But that was something.

But they are buried and being dug up, which I think is absolutely accurate, despite the confapentiality being alleged.

It's quite accurate about how our relationship works.

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