Crowds swarmed in, and the flashes of camera Illuminated the scene, the scene being Vox. However, soon catastrophe would strike. Attempting to escape the endless mob of fans, Vox tripped and chipped his TV screen head. “ARGH! AWH SHIT! YOU STUPID, GODAMN CURB! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?” The screams faded as he was dragged away by his bodyguards.

This was bad, really bad. How would the press react? He sat there, twitching as you polished off his crack. “GAH! GENTLY! This glass is delicate!”