here I go again

In the library again, Sunday night, rain thundering on the skylight, wind howling, fireworks exploding far off, etc. Whispered conversation:
"...the one I really want to do as a panto, though, is Oedipus."
"Obvious choice."
"With the subtitle 'Mamma Mia!'."
And by the time we were done singing in loud whispers, everyone else had left.