The phone is turned
on mute.
Not a sound comes
from the Raisin Bran
M & M guys except
for the pre-programmed
visual message
on the LCD screen.
The Venus de Milo
deodorant statue
next to it
doesn't move an arm
to pick up the handset
when the receiver flashes.
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