[The feed opens with two different voices, one possibly familiar, and no video; something large and grey appears to be blocking the camera.]
-right, I'll be careful.
You had better. The next replacement fee is double.
-Double? R-right. Uh. Thanks...
[The voices fade, with only a general murmur of an indoor crowd in the background before the squeak of automatic doors sound, and the ambiance changes to that of the outside air. A claw lifting off the camera to show the sky makes it clear, and a blue optic peers down. Bulkhead smiles sheepishly.]
Right. I think it imported all my comm frequencies...
Anyway! Sorry 'bout missing all your messages. My last comm got...er,
damaged. And it took me a few cycles to get it fixed. You know, the Transtechs and all that. [He waves a massive claw over his shoulder back at the administration building.] But I'm back now!
All my commissions are finished now, too, so you 'bots who placed orders should be getting them soon!
And don't worry, Dealer. I used the time to work on the rest of my pieces for the Transtechian Gala showing. It'll be ready in a cycle or two, pleeenty of time!
...Really. You didn't need to leave twenty seven messages. I've got it.