[The video flips on and it's blurry and then shakes as Birkin's phone flies through the air and lands in a pile of dirt. Birkin is then seen following his phone's example and landing in Stein's front yard before the owner of said house slams his front door and locks it.
Birkin, rather understandably, sits up looking absolutely livid]
Asshole! Fucker! You can't just kick me out of my own house you dick! Three years and this is what I get?! No! No, no, no... I'll get a lawyer! I'm pretty sure we were in a common law marriage at this point! And I will sue your ass in half, Fran- Stein!
[He sighs, before picking up his phone and clearing his raw-from-yelling-way-too-much throat] Yeah, hi, I, uh... I need a worldhop back home I guess. Home-home, I mean. The universe I was born in, the one I won't get [turns back to Stein's house, showing the variety of things all belonging to Birkin littering the lawn] forcibly removed from! At a moment's notice! For no reason! [Ahems again and goes back to the phone.] So, yeah, I, uh... Yeah, worldhop. Home. Et cetera.
Oh! Uh... A-Ah, uh... Annette? Can we...? Can I...? [He sighs again, looking guilty and embarrassed] Can I just talk to you? Please?
[Somehow or another, Birkin manages to stop the video before he starts to cry, but the audio manages to pick up the beginning of a sob before getting cut off.]