((Flashback))

Past Vox: You're Inspiring! Really! And when you think about it, modern entertainment actually started with radio.

[As Vox is talking, Alastor puts his drink down on the table. Alastor hums.]

Past Vox: Ah, am I boring you with my compliments?

Past Alastor: Perhaps.

Past Vox: (blushing) Well, look, I'll just get to the point. We've been close for a few years now, right? I mean, people know us, they love us. And with new Overlords popping up every day, and before you hit me with a, (in Alastor impression) "Well, you're pretty new yourself." I know, okay, but I'm much more forward-thinking, so it's in your best interest to hear me out.

Past Alastor: I'm listening, pal. (gestures to the Bartender) Barkeep, another whiskey.

[Vox smiles and looks away. Electricity flows and crackles between his two antennae. The barkeep makes Alastor another whiskey and Alastor tosses a coin to the barkeep.]

Past Vox: So, I've been thinking, Alastor, with your incredible power and my massive influence, we would be unstoppable. Radio AND video. Me and you-- we could rule Hell, together, as partners.

[Vox lifts his hand out for a handshake, only for Alastor to start chuckling. Alastor then bursts out into laughter, much to Vox's concern.]

Past Alastor: Oh, that's- Oh, you're serious? Ah-ha-ha, come now, Vox! (head buried in his arms, laughing) I knew you could be pathetic at times, but I didn't realize you were so WEAK.

Past Vox: (chuckles weakly) What?

Past Alastor: Oh, fuck! (laughs and hits the table) You need me to join your team. And here I thought you might actually be approaching my level, but asking for assistance?? A partnership? I am quite disappointed in you.

[Vox looks down, seemingly distraught by his words. He then sits down, watching his lap as his vision blurs and unblurs, hazy and black at the edges.]

Past Vox: I- I just thought you know, since we're friends--

Past Alastor: FRIENDS?! There ARE no friends in Hell, Vincent! I thought that was something you understood. How embarrassing.

[As he says this, Vox's screen glitches. His frown gets bigger and for a brief second, there's a tear in his eye, but then he turns angry. Cuts back to the present moment.]

Alastor: Oh, the tantrum you threw after-- now THAT was entertainment! (bursts out into laughter) I did really have to put you in your place, didn't I? Ah... And now you finally have me, but you still rely on others for your power, like always.