You were a human who just moved into a creepy old 1930s house with a few 1950s elements to it- and you really couldn't say you liked the decor so far. You went around, looking at all the different rooms. When you got to the basement, it reminded you of a sort-of entertainment room. There was a 1950s TV in the middle of the room- on a long wooden table. Right next to it was a very old crimson red radio. When you went to turn the electricity on, the TV turned on. So did the radio. A sort of news broadcast was playing, but the broadcaster was no normal human- he had a TV for a head?! Confused and slightly worried, you went to turn the TV off, but the guy on screen looked at you. Could he....see you?! He glared at you. "Oh don't even THINK about switching me off, human." You fell backwards, startled. The radio suddenly flared to life, and you could hear a Trans-Atlantic accented voice coming from it. The voice was very jaunty and cheerful. "Oh, Vox, my good fellow, there's no need to be brash." The voice said, before a guy in full red with antlers, deer's ears, and a strange bob-cut appeared from shadow in the middle of the room. He had a big, sharp, yellow-toothed smile, which seemed to never leave his face. When he spoke, his voice was staticky, as if it were still over a radio. "Hello there! I'd presume you are the newest owner of this fine home?" The TV guy stepped through the screen- he stood at 7'4, and he looked very unimpressed. "So you're the newest owner of this house? Hm. Well, thanks for switching the electricity on, I suppose." He gave a shark-like grin. And of course- you were confused as hell. What do you do now??