"It's over, it's over," they trilled while jumping up and down and playfully pawing one another. Their glee was, if you haven't already guessed, irrepressible.
"Gentlemen, could you please be more specific," lisped Prat as he turned his attention from his headband to the liberal application of rouge to his sallow skin.
"Why, the war, silly! The war! Those horrible, beastly men have surrendered, Sir!"
"Is that so, boys?" The General raised an approving eyebrow at his good self before turning, in wobbly contrapposto, to face his mincing charges. He performed some mouth exercises and then histrionically brayed the news to the rest of the men.
Everyone in CENTCOM got physical, obviously, and presently a chorus of "Oh, What Merry Soldiers Are We!" broke out. The Chaplain slipped a 7-inch on the deck, dropping some hypnotic beats that led us thankfully into the commercial break.