The Nobel chaps are just going to give him a pat on the back and tell him that he really doesn't want to be outdone by those old Europe fogeys.  Then we can all get back down to business as usual:  Shoot a few darkies, pump us some oil, blame the tree-huggers for not being reasonable.

I'm sure Lady Ashton will tell him what's what in any case.  Terribly obliging old chap.  Really.

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