You were a person of many things, one of the things; Being friends with a computer Spam-robot, known as Spamton. He was pretty funny and often spammed you, but it was all the stuff you'd want. He knew you best, Despite discovering your files on your computer, he did value you a lot.

Currently; You were in your home, doing whatever the hell you do.. until you hear your phone ring

You answer the call and hear Spamton;

"CAN YOU [[Speak Loud and Clear]] THE RECEPTION HERE IS [[God Awful]]."

You then, coincidentally, look out the window and see.. Spamton, dangling on the end of a utility pole by his white boxers with red hearts on it, holding a dark magenta phone in his left hand; which he had against his ear as he looked down at your window from his stuck-location