[Which just goes to show that it is not physically possible to piss off Mom, because by god, if anyone could do it, it's Albert Rosenfield. Still, she's off cheerfully darning socks or whatever it is she does (he's not in the least bit interested in finding out), and right now his attention is on figuring out where he is and how —

Oh, great, someone else is talking to him now. Since when is this phone thing a conference call?]

A magical world full of dream-people and the most creative thing any of you can come up with to say is, "Gee, mister, you're loud." Color me impressed.