The young people won’t understand this, but when we were kids, if you wanted to call someone, you couldn’t just say their name to your phone, you had to dial all 7 or 10 digits, every single time.
Anyway, back in the day, I had a solid week of pranking by having this song as my answering machine (are those still around?) message. Every single call that week…
(Hears this song, assume they misdialed one of the digits…)
(30 seconds later, calls again, waits for the beep…)
‘Malik, I hate you…’