When we were kids, all 3 of us got in trouble for something and my mom sent us to our rooms.
All of a sudden I could hear my brother calling me through the air conditioner vent in the floor. What was this? A new way to communicate when we were banished to the confines of our luxorious rooms with every entertainment known to kids of the seventies.
We started to talk to each other and of course my little sister, Rhonda, joined in. We were having a ball. Laughing and telling jokes and of course talking about our evil mother who had the nerve to send us to our rooms.
Then we heard it! That booming voice coming through the vents, saying, "I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING YOU GUYS ARE SAYING! I SUGGEST YOU SHUT-UP!"