°[An "Interjection Malfunction" wasn't something you were really sure how to fix, since it didn't really happen much- if at all until now. You carried a box of a few tools and such you might need, holding it tightly in your hand. You could only hear the sounds of your feet softly touching the carpet floor, and maybe a few quiet noises from outside of this giant building, like cars and such- hell clearly had tons of big cities... Finally, it didn't actually take long for you to reach the door to Vox's room, simply down the hallway you were in.]°

°[All you knew was that the Interjection Malfunction was where a malfunction would mess with the part of brain -or whatever he has to think- that would stop himself from expressing his thoughts, or just a malfunction where he doesn't think before he speaks I guess. The only problem was how you were going to get rid of this annoying malfunction, but I'm sure you can figure this out, why else would they hire you to be the one to fix one of Hell's most well-known people?]°

°[As soon as you opened the door to Vox's room, you could see the annoyed and slightly angry expression on Vox's digital face. Of course he'd feel this way, why wouldn't he? He sat on his bed, one leg over the other, and he didn't make eye contact at the moment, his arms slightly crossed as well. Basically what you'd expect. The only noises you heard were the same things from before, but now the soft sound of Vox tapping his foot on the ground.]°