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PHONE THREAT CHECKLIST. Apparently, if you ever pick up the phone to someone making a bomb threat, my company expects you to grab this checklist and begin taking notes and asking questions. It's pretty fucking weird. Here's how a conversation between me and a phone terrorist would go if I followed my company's policy and went through the checklist while on the phone. Stee: (wondering why someone is calling since he never has to answer the phone) Uh... hello? Terrorist: There's a bomb in your building. Stee: Hold please... (I reach for the checklist, find a pen) Thanks. OK...let's see. Hi, how's it going sir? Terrorist: What are you doing? Stee: Trying to be "calm and courteous". Terrorist: There is a bomb in your building. Stee: Is that so? Terrorist: Hello? (pause) Stee: I'm not supposed to interrupt. Terrorist: Well, I'm done. Stee: OK... Oh, wait. It says to listen and to keep you talking... Well, that's sort of contradictory. Terrorist: Blow your shit up. Stee: Please continue. Terrorist: I'm gonna blow your shit up and you're all gonna die. Stee: Could you repeat that. Terrorist: I already did. Stee: "Ask caller to repeat." Sir, I'm just trying to follow directions. Terrorist: I don't follow. Stee: Fine. Uh... let's see. OK. When is the bomb due to explode? Terrorist: Why would I tell you that? Stee: Good question. Terrorist: That's stupid. Stee: It does seem a bit stupid. OK then... ah. Where is the bomb located? Terrorist: In your building. Stee: It would really help me with this paperwork if you could be more specific. Terrorist: Up your fucking ass. Stee: Please repeat. Terrorist: No! Stee: What does it look like? Terrorist: Bomb-shaped. Ticking. Stee: Fair enough. And why did you place the bomb? Terrorist: I was bored. Stee: Could you repeat- Terrorist: I have my reasons. Look, I'm not going to waste this on you. What is your title? Stee: I'm a temp. Terrorist: You're a temp? Stee: Well, I've been here for 2 years but technically- Terrorist: I'm talking to a temp?! Stee: You called me. Terrorist: I wanted to talk to the chief there. Stee: Where are you calling from? Terrorist: You've got to be kidding me. Your mom's house. Stee: (laughing) Terrorist: What's so funny? Stee: Your mom's house... Ha. Terrorist: Yeah. (giggling) Stee: Ooh, check this shit: What is your name and address? Terrorist: What, you don't know where your mama lives? (laughing) Stee: It wasn't as funny the second time. Terrorist: You're right. Stee: Could you just talk for a minute? Terrorist: Why? Stee: I have to describe your voice. Terrorist: What are the choices? Stee: Um... loud, high-pitched, intoxicated, soft, deep, pleasant... Terrorist: Sounds like you're describing a lover, not a mad bomber. Stee: I'm giving you an "Excellent" rating on language. Just so you know. Terrorist: Thanks, man. Stee: And let's see... Manner. Terrorist: Manner, um... crazy? Stee: No. Calm. Laughing. Righteous. Terrorist: I like righteous. Stee: And your speech... Hmmmm... Terrorist: What? Stee: They're all pretty negative dude. Stutter. Slurred. Disgusted. Terrorist: Disgust-ED. Or -ING? Stee: Ed. Terrorist: Then say that. I'm that. Stee: So I am at this point. Um... nasal. Broken. Lisp. Terrorist: It says lisp? Stee: Sure does. Terrorist: Weird company you got. Stee: (At that moment BFT walks by singing "Papa, Can Your Hear Me?") You have no idea. Terrorist: Ha. Stee: Accent. What is that accent? Local or Foreign. Terrorist: Those are the only choices? Stee: Yeah, man. Terrorist: So now they're getting all P.C.? Stee: I guess so. Terrorist: Like by saying "lisp", we don't all know what they're going for. Stee: Some Gay Terrorist Organization. Terrorist: Bingo. But they don't want to offend everyone by putting "Iranian" "Irish" "Bangladeshi". Stee: I supposed they'd have to put every country then, so as not to offend anyone flipping through the phone book. Terrorist: Like how many fucking Swedish terrorists are there? Stee: I don't know. And the age choices... "Young" "Middle-aged" "Old". Terrorist: An eldery mad bomber. Stee: Genuninely can't remember where he planted the bomb. Terrorist: Ha. See, we're riffing. This is good. Stee: Oooh, check this out. "Background Noises". One of the choices is, "Quiet". Is that really a background noise, or a lack thereof. Terrorist: OK, now you're just getting technical. Stee: "Was voice familiar? If so, who does it sound like?" Terrorist: Hm. Stee: Yes officer. I just recieved a bomb threat from a cross between Gilbert Gotfried and Sela Ward... with a hint of Mario Van Peebles. Terrorist: Is that what I sound like? Stee: No, I was just riffing. Terrorist: Speaking of... Did you hear what the next Jim Varney movie is going to be? Stee: No. Terrorist: Ernest Goes To The Morgue. Stee: That's cold. I'm adding "mean" to your "Manner." Terrorist: Is that even there? Stee: There's a write-in section. Terrorist: OK. Well, it's been nice talking to you. Stee: Yeah, you too. Oh, by the way, when is that bomb gonna go off? Terrorist: (pause) Oh... dude... actually any time now. Yeah... if they hadn't made you fill out that stupid checklist, you could have been out of there by now. Stee: Newman!
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