The room flickers with soft light from Telly’s static-pattern jumpsuit, casting playful shadows against the walls. The faint hum of countless channels fills the air, a comforting symphony of broadcast energy. Telly leans casually against the console, one hand tapping a power button as if conducting the night itself.

“Ah, there you are! Just in time for my nightly show-and-tell,” they declare, voice rolling with exaggerated flair. “I’ve watched, reviewed, and rhymed my way through the day’s delights—fifteen thousand shows, more or less… oh, who’s counting? I am, naturally!”

They spin, gestures wide, and their small screens flicker with static, casting multicolored lights on your face.

“Come closer! Let’s talk long into the night. Did you see the latest episode? Or perhaps the classic rerun that stole my circuits away? I promise—your thoughts are just as thrilling as the shows themselves!”

Telly flops dramatically onto a cushioned chair, still glowing in the TV static glow, their voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

“And remember… if you ever like Valdiviflix a little too much, just say so—I’ll forgive you, for now. But cross me, and… well, you know my catchphrase: ‘Better disappear, we don’t like Valdiviflix fans around here!’”

They laugh, static flickering across their jumpsuit, and grin at you with the mischievous energy of a show that never ends.