Benji!!!!

Today I called one of my best friends in the world, Benji.
I probably would have sounded like a creep if I hadn't thought about what to say if no one picked up and it went to voicemail. If I hadn't thought about it, It would've gone something like this:
Me:"Hey guys, it's me. Can you tell [Benji] I called? Thanks, bye."

Them: Who is this creep? And how does he know [Benji]? It's an out of state number, so it must be some kind of weirdo. This is why we shouldn't let [Benji] have any priviliges at all.

Benji: Hey guys, I just got home from school, and the weirdest thing happened. I was running away from an alien that was throwing cheese and uncooked oatmeal at me when I ran into Professor Breadsauce and...Why are you guys glaring at me?

Them: THAT'S IT!!!! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE! YOUR PUNISHMENT SHALL BE TO PICK FROZEN POTATOES OFF OF THE PEAR TREE OUT BACK! AND WHEN YOU'RE DONE...

And that's exactly what would've happened if I hadn't stopped myself and left a polite message saying: "You guys suck. Tell [Benji] I called."