[ Oh shut up, Cla-- nowait, Clarence does not sound like an American high school girl. Philip looks around and spots the communication device. The transmitting communication device.
Bummer. ]
Sorry, I didn't--
[ He puts the guitar aside and pulls the communicator closer. ]
I just don't know if I could ever trust your subject line again.
Bummer. ]
Sorry, I didn't--
[ He puts the guitar aside and pulls the communicator closer. ]
I didn't realise this was transmitting again.