The young male picked up the phone. It was too early for someone to call him without it being urgent.
Hello? Whats going on? Who is this?
Not his best idea answering the phone at 3AM for an unknown number. In fact pretty stupid of him.
The voice on the other line spoke softly but there was a large overtone of malice.
That question will be answered. Just not now.
Now he was getting pissed off. They have the nerve to call him up at the hour no one should be awake and play the fucking cryptic riddle game?
Excuse me. Maybe you didn't understand me. Who is this?
The voice grew louder.
THAT WILL BE ANSWERED AT A LATER TIME!
He was shaking now.
Just tell me who this is. I won't do anything. Just tell me. WHO THE FUCK IS THIS!?
The voice won the shouting contest and tortured the males ears.
THAT WILL BE ANSWERED THIS SUNDAY NIGHT!
The male was on the verge of tears.
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?
The voice boomed.
HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA