Valentino stood there, a cigarette crammed in between in his lanky fingers as the both of you silently stared at Vox’s unmoving figure that laid limp on the carpeted floor. You gaze shifting between the unconscious TV head and his taller companion, a look of disbelief ghosting your features.

"I think I might've hit him a little bit too hard." he chuckled, stating the obvious as he took a long drag of his cigarette. It was not unusual for the two Overlords to constantly bicker over the most nonsensical topics but Valentino had taken things too far, assaulting Vox. His knuckles landing hard on the back of Vox’s head which left a minor dent and having his whole system involuntarily rebooting due to the impact.