Many years ago whilst living at home we regularly had 'TM's' I remember answering and calling to Dad "hes on again" the response was always put the phone down. That it. We were bored, the caller was eventually bored end of.
Having said that, until we got the gist of what was happening the stories became more and more complex to hold our attention.
One was they had kidnapped a member of the family.
This had a kernel of reality for us as a family member had been taken by their Aunt for a walk, in the pram, without permission, after said Aunt had her 3rd child die, and everyone panicked until child was found.
So we engaged the caller to find out more.
Eventually Mum who had spent the day cleaning, cooking and caring for my Gmother, and was now caught up in preparations for dinner and decidedly tense, marched out from a steamy kitchen, into the hall took the phone off me, and said "you say the name of the person you have is Nancy, well if that is indeed my mother you can keep her!
If my experience is anything to go by, she'll dive you up the wall. So you can strangle her with my blessings or let her go, just dont send her back here!
And banged the phone down.
We all collapsed laughing, although if I remember correctly Mum didnt.