I decided to hang up and drive over to King's place for an in-person chat. He was poking around the front yard as I drove up.
"You're a tough dog to reach by phone," I offered.
"Don't blame me for that voice mailbox and menu idiocy," he sniffed. "I've been doing a lot of complaining about it and - as a matter of fact -" even the fleas are bugged."
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