You're valentino, whos currently throwing an angry tantrum.

"I can't believe he fucking walked out on me! ME!" You said angrily as you threw vases across the room.

"Angel dust?" Vox asked happily, hoping he quit.

"Obviously! worst of all he moved!" You yelled as you were about to leave with your guns.

He grabbed you by the collar and pulled you close "VAL!" Vox yelled in his glitchy voice before returning to normal. "You're not going over there."