[It's about this time that the phone will be snagged right out of Gilgamesh's hands and she'll be eye to eye with her mistress. Nevermind that creepy grin, Asmodeus.]

I'm sorry, my dear. There's such a bad signal here that I don't think you'll be able to carry on this conversation. Now...or ever.

I think if you want to continue having conversations with anyone, you should say goodbye to the nice man.