Three Words?, Patrick thought. What can you possibly do with three words?, he spoke out loud.
And as the phrase echoed across the empty room, the phone rang: Yes? No. No. No. I am not interested in that. Thanks. Yes. No. Bye.” He hung up.

Stupid telemarketers, he yelled. Who was it? A voice asked from the kitchen. I don’t know, honey. Some guy offering me a bunch of nonce hapax legomenon. A bunch of what? His wife asked, entering the room.

Gimme a sec, hon, Patrick replied, I got an email to send.