What race are you?

Hey y'all. I a little tired of telephone surveyors trying to collect information, and especially when they ask my race. Here's how I deal with them.
Caller: "My name is Mike. I am conducting a marketing research study. Are you at least 18 years of age?"
Rock: "I sure hope so. If not I shouldn't be drinking this 40. (belches)
Caller: "What race would you say you are, Anglo, Black or African, Asian, Hispanic, or Other?"
Rock: "I don't know, what race would YOU say I am?"
Caller: "I don't know, sir,"
Rock: "What race are you? You have my phone number. Can I have yours?"
Caller: "Sir, I am working for and I collecting marketing information to help companies deliver better products and services..."
Rock: "So you need to know what race I am? What products are your clients trying to target to me and my (mumble indiscernably) family? "
Caller: "I'm sorry, sir, did you that you are Anglo?"
Rock: "What??? What are you, a racist? What's the matter, was I 'talking white'?"
Caller: "No, no sir. I'm sorry. So then you are black?"
Rock: "I think you best move on to the next question."
Caller: "How likely are you to watch the following TV shows on a scale of 1 to 5 with 5 being very likely and 1 being not at all likely: First, 'American Idol.'"
Rock: "Zero, next question."
Caller: "Sir, it's a scale of one to five."
Rock: "I don't care about your scale."
Caller: "OK, next 'Desperate Housewives.'"
Rock. "Zero. "
Caller: "I have to use a scale of one to five."
Rock: "OK, how would you rate this TV show: 'Death of a telemarketer?'"
Caller: "Sir, please... Can we continue?"
Rock: "Oh... Can we? Pleeease? I'll give you a swig of my 40."
Caller: "The next program: Big Brother."
Rock: "Oh, yeah.... Is that the show where the guys with spandex fly around in a spaceship?"
Caller: "No sir, this is a reality show."
Rock: "You mean that was a real spaceship? I swear a couple of times it looked like a toy. I mean you can see the strings and everything."
Caller: "No, you are confused. "
Rock: "I'm sorry, what did you say your name is?"
Caller: "Mike. So let's move on..."
Rock: "He won't eat it. Let's get Mikey. Step up to the Mike. Be Like Mike. " (mumbling followed by snoring)
Caller: "Sir, are you still there?"
Rock: (still snoring... mumbles.) "who said that?"
Caller: "Sir, can we continue?"
Rock: "Ma, is that you? Ma?? "
Caller: "Sir. This is Mike with . "
Rock: "Ma, why? Why did you drive your wheelchair into that volcano?"
(click. dial tone.)