Heh heh heh- tell him...
"I'm gonna sing the doom song now..."
hehehehehe...
Alice reports great gloating over Prout's 8899; the subsequent subsidence of gloating at your 8900; and renewed gloating and great mirth at the mention of the doom song.
Alice will refrain, at this time, from inquiring about the doom song, as it will, no doubt, lead to yet another patronizing lecture on the part of Prout to a determinedly "deaf" Alice, who, being of otherwise sound mind, would prefer to engage in ompaloskepsis rather than listen to the aforementioned monologue.
Prout, by means of peering over my shoulder, insists that the lecture would best be described as a soliloquy.