A tense pause.
"Yeah, well, thanks, man. Whao. That's fuckin' deep. The Colonel'll be proud!" The Nosferatu slowly lowered the phone to the cradle with one clawed and scabrous hand. The Mickey Mouse phone rocked slightly with the contact of the archaic handset.
Holy shit. This was fucking enormous. And now he had to make another phone call. One to a person who was not nearly so friendly or pretty, at least on the inside. A phone call which he had gladly promised to make, never expecting to have to actually have to make it.
It was six or seven times before he was finally able to dial the seventh number in the sequence.