I totally just got the awesome heavy-breathing phone call. Here’s a rough translation:
H: How are you?
M: Fine, how are you?
H: Good, what’s your name?
M: Dave, what’s yours?
H: Anything you want it to be.
H: yes really. How old are you?
M: How old are you?
Of course, right after hanging up, I’d wished I’d stayed on longer if only to see the game through to the end. There was also the strange satisfaction of being an unwitting victim for some bored 12 year olds’ slumber party, whereas some people would feel violated. I sit, waiting for Jasmine to call back…