"WAIT, WAIT. LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. SO, THIS IS A RECORDING OF ME MOMENTS BEFORE MY DEATH? HOLD ON, HOLD ON, YOU'RE BREAKING UP. IT'S SOUNDS LIKE I'M CHOKING ON A STEAK AT HOUSTON'S. OH MY GOD! PLAY THE MESSAGE AGAIN....YEAH, I WAS RIGHT. I'M GOING TO CHOKE TO DEATH ON A STEAK FROM NOT CHEWING PROPERLY IN THE NEAR FUTURE! OH SHIT! GET ALL THE BEEF OUT OF THE HOUSE AND CANCEL MY DINNER RESERVATIONS AT ZANIBAR FOR THE NEXT WEEK." PHEW, TALK ABOUT SOME FRIGHTENING STUFF. VERIZON REALLY KNOWS HOW TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE. THE MOVIE JERK HAS HAD SOME BAD IDEAS, BUT NONE AS BAD AS MAKING THIS MOVIE. SUCH AS THE TIME HE EMPTIED HIS FLASK INTO A GLASS OF MILK AT A M.A.D.D. PARTY ONLY TO EXCLAIM, "HEY LADIES, MAYBE IF WE MADE CARS WITH MORE WHEELS WE COULD KEEP DRINKING AND BE SAFE?" "YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT ONE?" "EW YEAH MRS. JONES, I'D LIKE TO DESIGNATE YOU TO SUCK MY..." ANYWAY, IT GOT PRETTY UGLY. MUCH LIKE THIS MOVIE, WHICH IS WORSE THAN 5 FAT CHICKS IN AN ELEVATOR.
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