I wanted to start with a hypothetical here from my niece.

My niece is a really gifted, unique child.

Which niece age-wise?

She's about 12 now.

But you can tell that she's my relative because she has questions like this.

She came downstairs to my mother, her grandmother, in the morning, and grandma's doing, you know, morning stuff and got the, you know, got the bacon and the biscuits going.

She walks down in her pajamas, looks around and goes, Mimi, what would you do right now if this room was filled with minions?

The little yellow ones.

The little yellow ones.

Mr. Beast presents the ultimate Mimi challenge.

I just picture it.

You said that, and I'm sure she didn't say it in a menacing tone, but I just pictured like iron gates rattling into place over every door and window as soon as

soon as those words left.

And then for some reason, the air conditioning starts spitting minions out of the

dance.

And you just hear a distant noise of,

it's getting closer.

Do you think she meant, do you think she meant this room has a lot of minions milling around it?

Or the room is filling with minions.

Like ball pit style.

Right.

Or hourglass style.

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