The Number Is...

(Eric is listening to a message left on his phone's answering machine. The message is really slow, and he's waiting for the caller to give his phone number)

Voice on Answer Machine: And so...if you just...uh...meet me...like...uhh...at the...uhh...

(Brian comes along)

Brian: What are you up to, Eric?

Eric: Listening to this idiot's endless message. All I want is for him to say his stupid phone number.

Voice on Answer Machine: Soooo anyhoo...

Brian: Yeah, I hate that. It's...

Eric: Wait, wait, wait. Shut up. I think he's about to say it.

Voice on Answer Machine: So...uh...give...uh...me...a...call...uh...the number...is...

(Suddenly, the caller says his phone number so fast that Eric can't understand it)

Voice on Answer Machine: Fivefivefivezeroseventhreefourtwo!

(That's when Eric has had enough. He explodes in anger and destroys the answer machine. Brian walks away)

Brian: Why are the slowest message talkers the fastest phone number givers?

Eric: (smashing the answer machine) 'CAUSE PEOPLE ARE MORONS!! MORONS!! MORONS!!