"Okay. I have the bratwurst."
"Put it up to your head."
Pause.
"I'm going to have to ask you why, John."
"I have to show you something."
Glancing around, I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as I laid the sausage against my ear.
"Dave? Can you hear me?"
John's voice, coming clear as day through the tube of seasoned meat. I glanced down at the cell phone and got the point. The display was black, the glass busted out of it. A green circuit board was poking out the warped seam along one side.
"All right, all right. I'm hearing you through, some kind of psychic vibration or whatever and the phone isn't important. I get it. You could have just told me that."
I lowered the sausage, and replaced it with the cell.
"Okay, what's next?"
Nothing.
I heard a faint sound coming from the bratwurst, put it back to my head.
"Dave? Are you there?"
"Yeah. I can't get you through the cell now."
"You have to talk through the bratwurst from now on. I'm sorry. I didn't know it would do that."