Hah! My friend ATM threw some bait out there for me. He knows what to put on the rhino trap to get me curious enough to stick my horn closer . . . closer . . .
Looks like I need to text him.
Called it:
...he's now very likely to text me and want those icky diet sodas...
I'm sure I'll get off his ignore list eventually. Until then, the game continues greatly in my favor.