Bob's essence slammed into his skull so violently that it would have rocked the artifact off of its table had he possessed any subtance.

"What in the HELL was THAT?!"

Click!

*static*

Hello?  Is this thing on?

*white noise*

Yes, well.  As I have no physical form by which to access this contraption, I am unlikely to reply to your message in kind.

Should you need me, I suggest you bring the mountain to Mohammed.

Thank you.

*static*

Click!