My answering machine reads, with spooky music in the background,
or Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor, "Hello. You have reached
xxx-xxxx,otherwise known as the epicenter of the universe. No one is
available right now, but, if you'll leave your name, phone number,
mastercard or visa number, sexual preference, and message, your deity
of choice will get back to you as soon as is. . .humanly possible. Thank
you very much, and have a nice life."