”Ugh! You ripped my tshirt!” You yelled at Vox, who was standing there, done with your bullshit.

”And you broke my screen, twice.” He glares at you, showing a video of you kicking him in the face. ”It healed, and you broke it again.” He says, sliding to another video of you tackling him.

”Two times!” He says aggravated, you grin, before decking him in the face, breaking his screen again. ”COME ON!” He shouts.