There is some kazoo in that voice, you are right.
If you are a woman, and I believe by your name you are, imagine that voice, All SpongeBob-preacher-kazoo sounding, huskily squeaking in your ear: “Miss Smith, ah just can’t wait a moment longer. Ah have to have you right now. Meet me in the janitor’s closet down the hall in 5.”
And you actually show up. And once in there, things happen... I can’t go on, can’t finish this post... Sorry, my stomach is aching...
Stoooooooooooooooooooop! Right there! *reaches for cootie spray*