Phatom

Why so silent, good messieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good messieurs?

I have written you an Software!
(He takes from under his robe an enormous bound
manuscript)

Here I bring the finished codes -
"Don Juan Triumphant" !
(He throws it to ANDRE)

I advise you to compile -
my instructions should be clear -

Remember there are worse things
than a shattered chandelier . . .