[Voice mail: Even though they're in the same house]
[after it cuts to voice mail, the background is of a Franz Ferdinand song, Wine in the Afternoon, and Sasori heaving a big old sigh, like he'd rather not be doing this]
Gaara, I kind of need you to come to the garage... now.
[a pause, and then he mutters, quietly]
I threw my back out.
[Aizen, Gin: Unhackable]
One of you... or both of you, I need to come down and help me, er, move. Moving is a good term for it...