It’s day-ta. Dah-ta. Day-ta. Dah-ta. Listen, I love you like a distant stepbrother but it’s day-ta. Let’s just meet in the middle, okay, and agree to disagree. I don’t wanna meet in the middle, meet me here, at day-ta. You say potay-to, I say potah-to. Potah-to is also wrong, that’s why nobody actually says that. You don’t pronounce dah-ta day-ta just like you don’t pronounce cafe cay-fe. You don’t pronounce day-ta dah-ta just like you don’t pronounce waiter water. That’s it, I’m looking it up right now. I’m checking my sources too. Huh, it says it actually doesn’t matter. Depends on preference. Yeah, that’s what my Google says too. So we’re both right. Technically sure, but my right is righter than your right. If something is correct, you can’t just make it more correct. But some things are wronger than other things like spray cheese and Oreo-flavored mayonnaise, both wrong, Oreo mayo, wronger. Well, you might be correct but now you’re too correct. Say what now? I, on the other hand, am the Goldilocks of correct, not too right, not too wrong, but just right. Did you get that from a jif? A gif? Jif. Gif!