The dust hadn't yet settled, but hearing “Im one man failure rate!” said with a tone of being accompanied with a sheepish grin told me there were no casualties.
I assumed my usual role in situations like this and said: “I don't think the term works like that. You are thinking of 'disaster zone'...”
Kay groaned, theatrically: “SEE! Didn't get THAT right, either!”
“And you're not a man.”
She collapsed on the floor, laughing.“Ann, you're KILLING me!”
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