S'blood, we at the lestat rett residence have a phone spammer plague.
My old man just tells them to get lost. I on the other hand am not so tolerant.
Funny things are to lead them on, and hold the phone, while one walks off and forgets about it, leaving the spamwhoring cocksniffler stuck on the other end of the line, having to pay for a useless call. Otherwise just cutting loose with a torrent of abuse. The worst, unkindest thing ever done though was to feign partial hearing, ask them to speak up, meaning put face to phone. Then fired several pistol rounds into a handy block of scrap wood, keeping the pistol close to the mouthpiece of the phone. Presumably deafened the sod pretty good. He wan't on the line afterwards.
Admittedly that was a bastardly thing to do, but I was grumpy, sleep deprived and besides I really, really REALLY haven't the slightest drop of sympathy or kindness for spammers.
Dropping into foreign language is funny too sometimes.
