When I was a kid I had an old walkie-talkie that was mostly a prop for making believe I was John McClane. (I only had one because you only need two if you have a friend!) Occasionally I would pick up transmissions while roaming the neighborhood as cordless phones in the 90s were about as secure as the intercom at Walmart. One day I heard a baby crying over the air and, assuming I was listening to a baby monitor, I tried to convince the parents that their precious little one had developed speech, much in the manner depicted above.
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