Eetspurns!

I have a Zoom with Moritz and Thomas about the paper we are writing on reconfiguring digraphs.  I log in to the Zoom room and hear them talking in French. They see I've joined and end up their conversation.

"Hello Mark," says Moritz, "Your camera is not on."

"Ah, sorry." I notice that the camera being used by my monitoring program and turn that off so that Zoom can use it.  "Just a second."

I turn it on and Thomas yells out in pain– Eetspurns!

I always have a little trouble with Thomas's accent, and the urgency in his voice doesn't make it any clearer.

"Oh, are you alright?" I ask.

"Eetspurns, turn eet off!"

I look askance.  

"Ah..." says Motitz.

"What is it?" I ask.  "Is he alright?"

"Ahhrgegeeegg!!! Sacre bleu! Mes yeux!" yells Thomas.

"There is a bit of a shine off your head." Moritz explains, "Maybe you could cover it up."

Looking closely at my screen, there is a bit of a shine.  I've re-arranged my office recently, and I guess my seat is now just under a light.  But it is not that bright.  Eet doesn't spurn.  I put a tissue on my head, and Thomas sighs in relief.

"Mon dieu..."

Tragedy averted, we talk about digraphs.