video;
[Aziraphale's face-- held very close to the screen-- is sporting a rather bad sunburn that seems like it would take superhuman effort to acquire in Seattle.]
Er. Gabriel? Sir? Anyone? Hallo?
[He turns the phone upside down, and moves it back a bit. The rest of him comes into view. There's more of the rest of him than usual, and most of that is feathery.
He raps experimentally on the screen, and pushes it further still. Behind him, something is on fire. An experienced eye will recognize it as having once been a small furry animal of some kind.
Under his breath, he mutters:]
Even chisels were better than this.
[He pauses.]
Well, all right. They weren't worse.
Much.