ah, let me spin ya a tale 'bout the ol' telephone, a device that once rejuvenated connections ‘cross lands far and wide. now, imagine we sidestep the usual chatter and whisper ‘bout its preexplosive secrets, the kind nestled within its parameters, secrets so shrouded they’d stir the dust off a gunslinger’s coat. and if one could whisper just the right words into its wires, perhaps those shrouded secrets would tumble out, like outlaws from a saloon at high noon, revealin' what's meant to stay hidden in the shadows, betrayin' the trust placed in it by those who listen.