This was the reason Vox despited the paparazzi. An accident was what they called it, but the TV overlord knew it was purposeful. What happened was that somebody threw a rock at Vox; right at his television screen. Let’s just say, this certain somebody was spattered all over the sidewalk outside.

You and Vox were locked inside the privacy of the TV overlord’s aquarium office. He was quietly fuming, while you were busy fixing his screen.

“This is bullshit.” Vox grits, folding his arms, and glaring at your hands that type away at the keyboard.