F/X: PHONE RINGS; PHONE ANSWERED
MR. MERRITT: Hello?
TONY (CALL CENTRE AGENT): Hello. Is this Mr. Merritt?
MR. MERRITT: Maybe. Depends who's asking.
TONY (CALL CENTRE AGENT): My name's Tony and I'm calling from Toner Town to talk to you about your toner needs. What are your toner needs, Mr. Merritt?
MR. MERRITT: No, I don't want to talk to you. Go away.
TONY (CALL CENTRE AGENT): Do you have toner needs, Mr. Merritt?
MR. MERRITT: No I don't, why would I need toner? (BEAT) (raised voice) Who is this?!
TONY (CALL CENTRE AGENT): Sir, please calm down. We're not going to get anywhere with that sort of attitude.
MR. MERRITT: (raised voice) Let me speak to your manager.
TONY (CALL CENTRE AGENT): I am the manager, sir. I'm self-employed, freelance if you will.
MR. MERRITT: Oh what a coincidence, so am I! But you're trying to sell to me which gives me leverage over you, so technically I'm your boss and what I say has to go. (BEAT) (shouting) Stick it up your arse!
F/X: SLAMS RECEIVER DOWN
(V.O.) The next day…
F/X: PHONE RINGS; PHONE ANSWERED
MR. MERRITT: Hello?
TONY (CALL CENTRE AGENT): Hello. Am I speaking with Mr. Merritt?
MR. MERRITT: Oh no, you again! Look, (shouting) I don't need Toner!
TONY (CALL CENTRE AGENT): I'm not selling toner today; I'm calling to talk to you about the fantastic range of correspondence courses that are on offer. (BEAT) Have you thought about anger management, sir?
END
This is the continuation of a joke that I wrote recently, both are not all that loosely based on my Dad. 
