When he said "It's your grandson" I said "BOB??? Is that you BOB??? If you're in jail again you're gonna ROT there as far as I care. Since you stole my Genuine Deerskin Gloves with genuine Sheepskin Inside and my Wooly Hat that you pawned, and you ate my whole loaf of Pumpernickle Bread you're a damned thug." "And I want my fannypack back, too." They then hung up.