Now, then, mister, said he, with his head cocked and his arms akimbo, what are you driving at? Let's have it straight, now.

My dog is dead. My mobile-phone battery has run out of charge and is no longer able to function.

My head pulled away a bit and I'm pretty sure the look on my face changed from shock to “hummina, hummina, hummina.”

At the end of the presentations, the whole folk scene joined hands and sang We Shall Overcome so many times that everybody passed out.