"You Know Where!" the little man screeched. "You Know Where!"
A murmur of apprehension moved through the room.
"They've attacked?" the Chair asked quickly. "Has the attack begun? Speak up, man!" Then without waiting for a reply, he turned to the gathering at large. "I will now lead you all in prayer."
"No!" the little man cried. "No, no!"
"You don't want us to pray, you nasty little atheist?"
"No!" the little man cried. "Yes! I don't care! But there isn't any attack! There isn't going to be one! You Know Where was demobilized last night. It's a positive miracle! Our agents report rumors about a religious revival going on there. Everyone is talking about an angel with red hair who appeared to the Leader and...."
Marc turned sharply to Toffee with the look of a man who has just been stung by a bee.
"You...!"
"Uh-huh," Toffee said. "We had quite a romp last night, the Leader and I." She spoke through a pandemonium of cheering, crashing bottles and mad guitar music.
"Oh, bury me not on the lone prar-ee!" the lanky Congressman chortled besottedly. "Where the coyotes howl 'cause there's no whisk-ee!"