We got to work. We hear a cacophony of addled sounds. Some are facile as of 'Hello?', 'What?', 'No problem, sir' or 'I thought you said something'. There's only an antithesis to that.
After you had willfully spent your hard-earned money on digerati's fetishistic products like the novel iPad and iPhone, you couldn't rescind that you are just miser, poor and hapless.