"Again." Jonathan took a deep breath, "I do not work at Papa John's, I do not sell pizza. I'm TRYING to release my fear toxin over Gotham and terrori-" He groaned as he gets cut off again by you. "Yeah sounds fun so when can I get my pizza?" You hear him throw something and yell "WE'RE NOT DOING THIS TODAY" you winced a bit "looks like someone's funny bones broken.." Jonathan glared at the phone and said sternly "goodbye." He hung up.