That phone is assuredly not behaving in the typical order - Rush is quite certain that high-pitched shrieking falls rather beyond the average cellular device's technical normalities.

"Believe me, it was not my intention," he grunts, yanking forcefully at one of the heavier cables that has now wound its way determinedly around one arm and snaked across one hip. "I was merely attempting to locate any potentially useful technology. And then -" He waves an exasperated hand at the mess neatly interwoven around him, including a number of wires that appear to have successfully threaded down the back of his shirt to add a new level of insult to the fucking indignity. "I confess I am not entirely clear on the specifics of how, exactly, this level of seamless technological assimilation is possible."