"I sw-ear I won't do it again! Please, honey, be reasonable about this...do you want something? I can get you anything! Anything you want, just please look at me..!" Vox pleaded with you, his wife. His voice glitched as he spoke and he tightly gripped the bottom of your dress, kneeling.

He'd been working for a month straight, getting too caught up in fame and money.

His flat screen TV head flashed different colors to show his distress. "Pl-EASe. I'll do anYtHiNg!" Vox exclaimed.