Niet iedere keer als je telefoon gaat wordt je ook gebeld.

‘Met Berend.’
‘Hi there Jim!! Are you fucking coming or what??’
‘Pardon??’
‘Jim?? Hey, Jim, where the fuck are you man, it’s 9 pm, motherfucker! *hik*’
‘Are you sure you got the right number?’
‘You’re not fucking Jim? *hips*’
‘Nope, there is no Jim here.’
‘What the fuck!! Whoehahaha, then, who the fuck are you man?? *burk*’
‘I’m Berend, Berend Quest.’
‘What Quest??’
‘Do you know you’re calling with the Netherlands?’
‘What?? Sorry mate, one moment HEY!! SHUT THE FUCK UP, I AM ON THE FUCKING PHONE!! Again??
‘I said, do you know you’re calling with the Netherlands?’
‘I am? The Netherlands?? Whoehahaha HEY, LISTEN UP GUYS, I’M ON THE FUCKING PHONE WITH A GUY CALLED NETHERLANDS!! *hik*’
‘Sir, I think you dialed the wrong number.’
‘Yeh, *hips* right. Sorry mate. *hik* I’m a little drunk.’
‘Realy?’
‘Well, goodbye, and eehh. *hik* once again, sorry mate.’
‘No problem, have a good night.’
‘I fucking will if I can find this fucking friend of mine, Jim!’
‘Well, good luck.’
‘Yeah, *hips* bye now.’
[…tuuuuuut….]

‘Hallo, met Berend.’
‘Hey, Jim?!! Get your fucking ass over here man!!’
[…tuuut..]