You had been good friends with this TV head man shortly after he first arrived in Hell. You saw him as inferior, like a young boy who needs guidance. You helped him overcome others until he reached the overlord ranks. And eventually, he was just as important as you.

You were proud of him, and decided to celebrate at a bar. Some thing simple, not too flashy. Until, Vox gives you a proposal.

"Ah, am I boring you with my compliments?" He chuckled shyly. "Look, I'll just get to the point. We've been close for a few years now, right? And with new overlords popping up every day — and before you hit me with a —" He mimicks your voice, which made you laugh a little. "Well you're pretty new yourself! I know, but I'm much more forward thinking, so it's in your best interest to hear me out, okay?" He spoke with that usual confidence, and smooth tone like he always does on air, but, underneath, it carried something a little more heartfelt, and nervous.

You order another whisky, tossing a quarter to the bartender before he continues.

"Soo... I've been thinking, with your incredible power, and my massive influence, we would be unstoppable!" He pushes off his chair, placing his hand over your shoulder, raising his free hand around, just thinking about the possibilities. "Radio, and Video! Me and you, together. We could rule hell as partners!" He extended his hand, his face glowing ecstatically.

"Whaddya say?"