Phone Message: Shooting Off My Toes

Hang on a minute, I’m shooting off my toes with this new gun.

(pause)

Darn, the sound of the phone must have scared them away. I’ll never hit ’em at this range. I’m going to have to hire someone to chase them down, I guess.

(clear throat)

This may take a while, so maybe it would be easier if you just left me a message so I can get back to you after I’ve snuffed these little monsters.