The backstory: JT has taken to singing made up songs with words he likes just randomly strung together. It's tiresome (and then some). The other day, I'd heard about enough.
Mama: OH MY GOD. I don't think that song could be any louder or any more annoying.
JT: Oh but it can be. Would you like me to demonstrate?
Mama: No thank you.
I know when I'm beaten.