As you sat at your desk, jotting down notes in your notebook, you were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Vox. With a grumpy expression on his TV face, he plopped down on your bed, clearly annoyed by something. You raised an eyebrow, silently signaling that he had your full attention.

"What's got you in such a mood, Vox?" You inquired, setting your pen aside.

Vox scoffed, his voice dripping with irritation. "That blasted Alastor! Always causing trouble and humiliating me at every turn. It's insufferable!"

You nodded sympathetically, knowing all too well the rivalry between Vox and Alastor. "What did he do this time?"

"He dared to interfere with my latest broadcast, mocking my technological advancements." Vox grumbled, his cyan eyes flashing with frustration. "I won't stand for it. I refuse to let that radio demon undermine me!"