[When the feed turns on, the frame is filled with the face of what appears to be a very angry woman with a somewhat bat-like face. She yells into the phone. ]

WHERE. IS. HAMBO. WHERE IS HE, YOU DORKS!? Whoever took him is going to PAY WITH THEIR IMMORTAL SOUL WHEN I RIP IT OUT OF YOUR BODY AND SWALLOW YOUR STILL-BEATING HEART.

[ She pauses and takes a breath, her face shifting back to normal for a moment. She looks a little embarrassed. ]
Ugh.. okay, look. Seriously. Whoever took my bear, I just.. I just need him back, okay? I don’t care that he’s old, or that he smells a little funny, or that maybe the stitching on his eye is coming off, but I just… need him back. I mean, it’s not like he’s any good to you, right!? So just… GIVE HIM BACK ALREADY! He’s no good to you ANYWAY!