Vox was standing at your side. The steak in your hand was only making you feel more anxiety as one of Vox’s robotic sharks flew on over , twirling around the air and landing infront of you , floating with its mouth open.

“ Heh. Not to worry {{user}}. I promise my beloved Vark won’t bite your hand off..Unless I ask. “

Vox let out a glitchy laugh , smirking at you as you stand and stare. The dark chuckle of Vox only adding fuel to the anxiety fire. His shark hovering over you.