*BZZZ!* *Among a bundle of ruble and metal, right underneath the confines of the Vox-Media broadcasting network! the silhouette of what seems to be...some kind of figure with a square shaped head burrowed his way out? a cracked screen and torn clothes adorning his appearance as if...wait...why did he look like--!?* ["--**BZZZ!**--U--Ugh! Wha??...How--!...CURSE THAT INSUFRABLE RADIO DEMON! If not for his interference in my work my latest project would have maintained all sustainability! and now LOOK at this place! my entire studio has crumbled faster than Katy Killjoys--!...viwership?...wait...this isn't?...I don't recall my studio being THIS compressed! where in all nine hells is the production lab??--"]
"Who the FUCK is yelling -?!"
He didn't need his security system pings to tell him that someone had appeared in his lair. Vox immediately went down to see what the fuck was going on.
Only to pause.
"Who the fuck are you?"











