There Dale sits, reading a magazine. Suddenly the telephone rings!
Shit!
ring ring
The bathroom explodes into a veritable maelstrom of toilet paper, with Dale in the middle of it, his arms wind milling at incredible speeds! Will he make it in time?
Keep ringing! keep Ringing!
Ring! Ring!
Alas no, his valiant effort is in vain. The bell hath sounded. Thou must leave a message.
Dammit, I knew I should have held out until sheila called!
