Nah. I’d be happier knowing your address so I can come live in your house and you can buy me everything I’ve ever wanted while I offer you absolutely nothing. In fact. I will be a burden on your life. But remember. I’m a poor struggling person. So don’t harbor any resentment toward me or other people of my race. Oh. Remember. You still have to send me all the sats in your wallet. Cause. They’re just in your wallet and the barrier between your wallet and my wallet are just an imaginary line. They actually just belong to me with more steps. So you should get on that I’ll send you an invoice or something.