“I’m gonna call the police! How you like that? Whatta you think if I call the police?”
The moral of this story--don't mess with a writer. We can torture you with a pointed gerund, drag you down the street tied to a car with a dangling participle, beat you with an ellipsis, shoot you with an interrobang, murder you and tie up the body neatly leaving not a single trace of an unresolved issue.