We'll hold down the bar...err...fort...whatever. Just remember the old addage: 'When the cat is away...the mice will play." Or in our case, just sit in the bar and get sloppy drunk. What else would any self-respecting billionaire do? Which brings me to another point. It may be time to retire the tail waggin' LTrain. I'm thinking of something a bit more dignified, maybe a larger crew, and a dedicated massage therapist...