I am about to walk up there and talk some sense into you, but before I can an mob of press reporters swarms you. It must be because he took the hill, I think, and decide to see what will happen. As I do, the reporters begin to walk off the hill, with you still stuck in the middle, screaming, "That's my hill! Wait!" And off you go, into the world of television. I simply sit down on the hill, as it is now mine.