"Come on, pick up pick up pick up!" Harvey said impatiently. "GAH!" he screamed. He grabbed the nearest thing he could find, a crayon, and started viciously stabbing the phone. On one stab he missed and stabbed his own finger. "OW!" he shrieked and shook his hand. Stupid…..
"Hitting the phone with a crayon will not help," a voice said.
"Huh?" he said, looking up. "Who said that?"
"I said, hitting the phone with a crayon will not help." The voice was coming from the phone.
"Who're you?" Harvey said, irritated.
"I'm that voice you hear coming from the phone," the phone said. "And I'm telling you that hitting the phone with a crayon will not make them pick up faster."
"WHAT THE HECK?"
"But you know what WILL make them pick up faster?" the voice said.
"What?" Harvey said, questioningly.
"OK," the phone said. "Put your right hand on your head."
Harvey plopped his left hand on his head.
"No, the other one."
"HOW CAN YOU EVEN SEE ME? YOU'RE A CRUDDY PHONE!"
"JUST DO IT!"
"OK, OK!" Harvey switched his hands.
"Now stand on one leg."
Harvey did so.
"OK, now this part is crucial. Extend your left arm and hop around in circles."
Harvey followed the instructions. "I'm getting dizzy here! When will they pick up?"
The phone started laughing. The voice changed. "Dude! I so got you!"
"Wait-Angie?" Harvey asked, bewildered.
"Yea!" Angie's voice came over the phone. "I got you!"
"GET OFF MY PHONE!"
"Hahaha!" Angie said. She was laughing really hard. "I got you!"
"YOU SAID THAT!" "Too bad!" Angie screeched. "And I videotaped the whole thing!"
"No! No don't-"
The phone went dead.
"GAH!" Harvey screamed, slammed down the phone, and kicked the table over. If he was listening, he would have heard Angie up in the rafters giggling and tapping furiously at her phone to send the video to anyone that had ever given her their e-mail.
Thanks to .LazyPencilLender. for letting me use Angie! But what happened to the person Harvey was calling? Well, that's the next chap!