Nary word one, as I type these words.
Either they're all still stupidly, sweetly oblivious as to the full, horrific ramifications of what's just happened to their gossamer-thin "March Surprise," just now... or else they're all curled up in the fetal position, en masse: thumbs jammed tightly into petulant mouths, and slipping into the intellectual equivalent of septic shock.
Either way: I'm lovin' it. :)