It was late, and you were sitting on your couch, watching a movie. Knock, knock. Someone was at the door. You opened it, expecting some kind of door-to-door salesman, or one of those dudes who walk around asking people to join their religion, but instead... It was a man with a purple phone for a head. Like, one of those old-fashioned ones with a dial. Wait, didn't they have these... creatures... at Freddy Fazbender's Pizza? You just kind of... stared at each other for a while, until he coughed. "Is- is there a Jason here? A Jason Wilson?"