You hang up and give your phone the finger. What kind of threat is that? They're going to kill a puppy? This is just ridiculous. You sit down, have a drink, and wait about for the call where they apologize and beg you to come in. Just over thirty minutes later, right on schedule, your phone rings.
"Hello?" you answer.
"Hey," says the voice on the other end, "Why did you kill that puppy?"
"Wait," you say, "What?"
"Yeah, the whole office is on this call, and we all want to know why you killed that puppy."
"What puppy?" you ask.
"Don't play stupid," somebody else says.
"Yeah," from a third person, "Boss showed us the puppy! We know what kind of scum you are!"
They spend a while berating you before you simply hang up. They call back and you make the mistake of answering, but you quickly hang up again. Soon you're getting barraged with phone calls from different numbers, messages over social media, text messages, emails, even letters in the mail (has the postal service always been so prompt?).
You wake up breathing heavily, in the midst of a self-induced panic attack.