♬ Eins

[You hear a door slam and movement in the background. You also hear someone talking but they're not really talking into the receiver, so you can only make out parts of words.]
I.......lieve....Prus......thi....crude jo....ha....his doing.
[the receiver gets picked up because he notices its off the hook.]

Hello, if anyone is there, I would suggest you tell me where exactly I am. I need to call someone to pick me up this instant. I seem to have fallen victim to someone's cruel joke...getting lost in the process. Knowing the fool, he's probably in the bush in the front yard laughing his head off.

Also, could someone tell me what is with these children...and why are they calling me "papa"?

((OOC: For Aerith's sake the translation of that first line is "I can't believe Prussa. This crude joke has to be his doing." everyone else hears the broken up version.))