I will take you back to the size of the United States, you'll see. And if I can take at least your wish, what else can I say, you'll see. Well, King will never see the flying radar, he will take care of that. Driver, this is Mr. Mobil. Well, excuse me if I put you in trouble with the low-flying radar, but that's just how they teach me to do it, they give me one. Driver, where are you going? Don't tell me that with all that stuff you have, you haven't managed to stop a plane, or a plane. In short, it seems that the face of man with the least voice, the end of the world, is about to burst. It's Voyage, and I'm in.