That's what they do after you get shot. They pull your clothes off to tourniquet anything and to look for weapons. I mean, newsflash. I had a compound fracture when I was 15, and they didn't even just cut the bottom of my pants off. And they could have unbuttoned my blue jeans and done that. No, they don't mess around. They just sat there with these big old clipper things, and I was in so much pain I didn't pay attention. And they just started down at the bottom and just cut, in like seven, eight seconds. I was down in my underwear, and then they hit me with morphine, thank God, and I didn't think about anything else. And then I went into surgery a couple days later, and it was, you know, thank God I got it fixed. But until you get a compound fracture, that's next level pain. You're like seeing stars, it hurts so bad. But yeah, they just cut my pants off. That's what they do. I guess you've never been in big trauma, you don't know that. They tear your clothes off because they got to see what's going on. They don't like, oh, let's just pull your shirt up. Oh, let's see if there's where the bullet wound is. No, they strip your ass.