I crashed on that hoverboard. I got wood floors at my house. This is what it sounded like when I crashed. Twice, because I skipped across the floor. And this is how old I am when I finally landed. This is what I said. I went, ugh, ugh, ugh, fucking hip. And my son has to give two shit about me. He came around the corner and went like this, dad? Where's my hoverboard? Fuck you, Joe. Fuck you. Don't buy that hoverboard. I don't even know why they sell in America. I don't know how they got past inspection. They're dangerous. When the battery's dead, it doesn't even tell you. A super guy, it just stops mid-ride. I'm gonna cannot pull you across the living room at 17 miles per hour. I'm flying through the air with a bowl of cereal like, what the fuck? Shit.