Since I didn't have a candy wrapper to help me with the bad connection I was about to have, I resorted to using vocal sound effects. When Agent Carson picked up, I started my performance. "Agent... Agent Carson," I said, panting into the phone." Yes, Charley." She seemed unimpressed, but I wasn't about to stop now." I--I know who the kshshshshshsh are."" I'm a little busy right now, Davidson. What is a Ash, and why do I care?"" I'm sorry. My Oshkosh... is Oshkosh... ING." I repeat. What is a Ash? And why do I care if it is shying?" She was a tough one. I knew I should have waited and bought a Butterfingers at the Jug-N-Chug. Those wrappers crawled like Rice Kris pies on a Saturday morning. "You aren't listen--kshshsh."" You're terrible at this."" Bank RO-ksh-ers. I know who they Oshkosh."" Charley, if you don't cut this crap out." I hung up and turned off my phone before she could figure out what I was trying not to tell her and call back.