>Answer at the very last second.

You stew in the thick, hot, briny anticipation. Who could be on the other end? Oh goodness, could this be your first proper commissioned gig as a SOOTHE? Is some swishy dame's voice going to caress your ear through the receiver and then beg you via pure Hollywood sob soliloquy to find the mooks who killed her husband, and then bring them to justice with a weaponized kitchen utensil, and then bring her husband back to life, and then you guess you can bring the mooks to life again too as long as they promise to behave themselves? Unless... unless that makes the swishy dame mad? Since the mooks killed her husband in the first place and might be inclined to do so again.

Honestly! The last thing you need is some swishy dame showing up at your office blowing gaskets over your non-negotiable mook revival policy.

All this stewing is causing you to lightly perspire.

>It's the very last second! Answer!