[Will’s chin flickers onto the screen. Followed by a flash of purple hair. Followed by a flicker of green feathers. Click click click. It’s not a video game, Will.]
Why! This seems to be some kind of Pokegear!
[OBVIOUSLY, Will is a genius, guys. And once the camera focuses, he also
looks more flamboyant than a peacock dressed up in rainbows and sparkles.]
So... this is Will, projecting out to... whoever is listening. I believe I’m using the radio function, if I’m interpreting these icons correctly. I am a member of the elite four, and would be most gracious if anyone can give me some kind of hint as to my whereabouts.
If this is some kind of kidnapping... [He frowns, before making an INTIMIDATING FACE.] I’ll show you exactly why the elite four are to be feared!
...also, whoever took my pokemon really needs to give them back. I... kind of need them.
[It clicks off, and Will heaves a sigh of relief.]