Someone prank called me yesterday. It sounded like some ancient dude and he spoke really slow, pausing to absorb his voice after every word

The conversation went like this...

Me: Hello

It: Hello, Valerie?

Me: Yea. (sounds like a man, I thought maybe some formal call)

It: How.old.are.you?

Me: Erm... How old are YOU?

It: I.am.twenty.one.years.old. How.old.are.you?

Me: So... who are you?

It: My.name.is.Djsdlfnsjka (at least that's what it sounded like). How.old.are.you?

(The dude's obssessed with how long I've been alive)

Me: How did you get my number?

(aaand this, my friends is where close scrutiny will show you it was a prank call. Look closely, only very very close observation will give the game away)

Djsdlfnsjka: I.got your number.from my.dream. God.give.me.one.

(see what I mean?)

Me: Ah... I see... so, God gave you my number?

Djsdlfnsjka: Yes.God.give.me.your.number.one. How.old.are.you?

(Ask God to gif you la)

Me: So God gave you my number in a dream?

Djsdlfnska: huh?

(poor single celled organism)

Djsdlfnska: Uh.ya.ya.I.dream.god.give.

Me: Good for you...

Djsdlfnska: How.old.are.you?

(sigh... poor poor senile male)

Me: sixteen.

Djsdlfnsjka: oh.you.SIXTEEN. ah?

(I wonder who he's shouting the sixteen for...)

Me: Yea, sixteen

Djsdlfnsjka: You.got.boyfriend.ah?

(In my amazement at this conversation and at the immense intelligent just oozing out of the earpiece, I let my guard down.)

Me: No.

Djsdlfnsjka: Oh.Ok.I.call.you.back.another.time.ah?

Me: Yea... ok

apparently I had nothing to fear)

Someone... please smite him.