[The camera swings over to left, revealing a dappled gray horse who is currently contentedly chewing on a piece of bright fuschia fabric, the same color, in fact, as the uniform that the speaker of this broadcast is currently wearing.]
Dakota over there? Not allowed to eat the uniform. You know how much time I spent trying to make this thing? I'd rather save the Avengers' sorry butts three times over than have to make another uniform again.
[No offense, guys. Though, speaking of, he's got a few words he'd like to say. He'd use the call card, but it doesn't seem to be working.]
Guys, if you're out there, I'd like to know which one of you got us into this mess. Miss Marvel, I'm lookin' at you.