Mr. Fujisawa covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "Hey, is there a Randy Guy here? I'm looking for a Randy Guy!"
Everyone in the bar snickered.
"Come on! Someone here must be Randy Guy!"
There were more snickers.
"I need Randy Guy over here right now!"
The snickers really satisfied everyone.
Mr. Fujisawa suddenly realized what he was saying and hissed harshly into the phone. "Listen, you little snot. One of these days, I'm going to get my hands on you, and then...!" His hand balled into a fist, crushing the receiver into dust. "Man, I need a drink," he grumbled.