"Yes," is all you say, then await a reply. Your reply comes as a single high-pitched tone.
"That was your last message," the lovely feminine voice tells you. "Goodbye." With no option to save or delete like you've come to expect, the call ends. Then you begin to feel a rumble in the ground beneath you. You can see the things throughout your home swaying with the earth. Of course, you somehow managed to summon an earthquake by talking to your voicemail; that makes perfect sense.