Daniel Radcliffe had just barely survived a crazed incident. Lost at sea he had been discovered and rescued by a small team of local fishermen. He attempted to call his wife, who had also been stranded, from the fishermen’s boat, but he had gotten no reply. I was there with him when he got a reply call from her, but as he answered the phone a jump scare sound played. He began sobbing.
I picked up his phone and called the number back, to which a call center scammer picked up. I violently cursed them, perhaps slightly racistly at times. When Radcliffe returned home he had become even more famous than ever before.