In-vitro meat, grown in a test tube, no animals murdered, no grass destroyed. But the FDA hasn't approved it yet, so the profit margins are ridiculous. Now, Trippi demands to have a taste of the meat and my operation. That's it. Then he leaves, and I hear a gunshot. I run out, and I see him being pushed into the water, but the murderer ran off before I could see who it was. That's why I thought telling you this was pointless.