Are you extinct, Gary? What do you do again? Oh — you’re the leading pediatric surgeon in New York, who’s working on a cure for cancer? You’re a dime a dozen. I’m on the protected animal list, you prick. And when I move to America, I’ll be the sole quokka in New York city. Do you know how prestigious that is? Priscilla’s social status will shoot up faster than Jeff Bezos’ penis rocket flying into outer space. So take that.