[It takes a second of fumbling and some static before he finally figures out how to work this thing. Sam's the technologically gifted one. He doesn't even have a Facebook.
When he does manage to get it upright and recording, the voice that comes through is distinctly not amused.]Uh- yeah, no offense to whoever orchestrated this little trip to Neverland, but I've got more important things to do. Angelic Big Brother is getting pretty friggin' old. So if there's some kinda... I don't know...
moral or
lesson someone wants to lay on me about the apocalypse, can we skip the improv and cut to the chase?
[A beat.]Also, if anyone's seen a seven foot tall moose-y looking guy, yeah, he belongs to me. Any time now would be... just... awesome. Thanks.
[The feed clicks off.]