"Hullo!" I said, when my bell rang the next time.
"Put me through to Extension 8, please."
The only thing to do with this sort of shot is to return it safely.
"Sorry, old chap," I said, "I haven't got one."
"Haven't what?" he said.
"Got one."
"One what?"
"Extension."
Then he became annoyed and shouted, "Aren't you the War Office?"
"No," I answered, "I am not the War Office."