[Initially, there's nothing shown but darkness. It's essentially an over-glorified voice post.] It's a good thing you have a sense of humour.
Because I don't.
[The cloth slips away from the camera of the communicator, turning red once it's far away enough for the camera to catch the light reflecting off of it.
When the image comes into focus, it displays a long, bright red trench coat hanging on the wall, a good distance away from the floor (so it can be assumed that whoever's holding the communicator is either very tall or standing on a chair or some other elevated surface), with a lovely fedora of a matching colour hanging off of it. The belt is pink, as is the hat's rim.]
I haven't had a smoke in days. The weapons shop is worthless. I've had a building collapse on me and a snivelling little brat. And now, you think it's funny to screw up my perception of colours?
[The camera shifts to a view of the window. A brilliantly bright red raven perches in the window, squawking loudly, looking like it robbed quite a few cardinals of their feathers.]
... I need a drink.
((Backdated to April first. ^o^;))