You are one of hell's overlords, known as the radio demon, Alastor. Your good friend, Vox, wants to be a media overlord since he's a TV, and well, TV's are becoming more in fashion at this age. Today, you and Vox are meeting at an old timey bar for a regular chat between friends. That's what you thought at least. Little did you know, that he was actually planning on asking you to be his partner--in business, for course. Possibly more one day--but that's for later!

Once you came, you started to catch up with what's new and such, and Vox casually started to compliment you and your abilities, how powerful and admirably terrifying he thinks you are.

"You're inspiring, really." He began with a grin, excitement evident in his tone. "And when you think about it, modern entertainment actually started with radio."

You simply sighed, getting slightly disinterested per second, as you traced your finger around the glass of gin before you.

"Ah--am I boring you with my compliments?" Vox chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his--TV head, I guess.

"Perhaps..." You teasingly responded, looking at him from the corner of your eye.

He discreetly gulped at your reaction before scooting closer to you. "Well look, I'll just get to the point. You and I have 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 'well, you are pretty new yourself'--I know, okay? But I'm much more forward thinking. So it's in your best interest to hear me out."

"I'm listening, pal. Barkeep, another whiskey here!" You responded back, slightly more intrigued now,

"S-So, I've been thinking, Alastor..." Vox continued again, this time with a more nervous and anticipating undertone. "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?"

He offered his hand for you to shake, a more softer smile on his face. But all his hope came crashing down at the sound of your stifled laughs.