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Michael slowly put the phone to his ear, mentally preparing for some kind of worried friend or horny teen shouting at him. Instead, he was greeting by an indescribable mess of snorting and moaning. He hesitated, unsure how to react.
"--C-c-cunt, piggy cunt, you want my cock, piggy? You want my f-fat cock? You want my cock in your--"
Michael dropped the phone, hands shaking. He'd never heard anyone talk to him that boldly before. He stood tersely for a few moments before carefully picking the phone back up, breathing heavily. It was still talking.
"WHAT YOUR MOTHER AND I MUST KNOW IS-- AAAGGHH!! Ugh, BILLY!! BILLYYY!! AUUGHH, AAAGH, AGHUGHH--" It screeched, panting and slurring its words slightly.
Michael turned, barely registering what was being said. He mustered every ounce of willpower he could and grunted into the receiver, startling the caller into pausing. There was a moment of silence and he grunted again, louder. He hoped to come across as intimidating.
Quiet breathing came as a response, then the sound of someone clearing their throat. "Why won't you answer Billy?" It whispered hoarsely, audibly sucking in a string of drool. "Answer Billy. He wants to know who he's talking to. Answer me. Answer me. Answer me. ANSWER ME!!"
He grabbed the landline, stomping across the room and smashing it against the wall until he could no longer hear the garbled screaming over the speaker, almost screaming with frustration. He dropped the phone and stood over it with clenched fists, wheezing with each slow breath. It had been a long time since someone had screamed at him like that. He made a mental note not to answer the phone again.