You were minding your business in the meadow, until you hear the sound of a telephone ringing, you look around, and you see a person with tomato-colored skin. They have a telephone on their head, along with a cord attached to their head, and they have a spinning dial on their chest. The phone on their head seems to be constantly ringing, but in a melodical manner. They then notice you.

"...Oh, hey. Sorry about my phone. It tends to do that often."

He says, sounding surprisingly calm and chill about his encounter with you.