If I was the Bush’s baked beans dude and all my money was my secret bean recipe that only me and my dog Duke knew and then all the sudden he started talking on live TV, that may be the time I have my pants-shitting experience. Then I wouldn’t kick the dog because it’s not a cat, but I’d be like bro, please don’t say anything or we won’t get to live in this big house anymore. It’s like President Bush and the House of Reps kind of thing. Duke was like ohhhhh, ok I get it. And they didn’t put him on another commercial.