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Imagine Vince picking up the phone in his office with the T-Rex skull and its another Russo call that somehow made it past the secretary. He immediately starts weeping and asking for his job and all the ideas he has mixed in with "guy" and "bro" in a thick New York accent inbetween sobs.
McMahon after realizing who it is calmly puts the phone on his desk, pulls down his pants and begins farting into the receiver. Just a nonstop protein shake and steak flavoured fart that rattles the glass doors of his office. A long breaking of wind that just shakes the phine receiver in vibrating hum on the desk; the sound muffled and distorted as Russo sits on the other end stunned and confused. At the end or emptying out the gas from his bowels, Vince mumbles something like "Tough rocks, pal" in his gravelly voice and goes back to pumping iron waiting for Russo to call again in a week.
