A sneeze comes from Mao. "Ah- bless me!" He says, although instantly he freezes up. "Wait a minute, why does my voice sound different...?" He wonders as he brings one hand up to graze at his throat. A thoughts comes to mind as he then fishes his phone out of his pocket, well, neither the things were his, actually. He swipes the phone on and heads to the camera logo. The camera faces him, and a yelp escapes from Mao.

"I LOOK LIKE PRODUCER?! AHH!"