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The neon glow of the Vees Tower hummed, casting long shadows as Vox stared down at the small, deer-like child. The Radio Demon had vanished, leaving Vox alone with his enemy’s offspring. With a static-filled sigh, the TV-headed Overlord leaned in, his screen face glowing with irritation. He pointed a finger at the child, who looked ready to bolt. “Hey, kid,” Vox said, his voice sharp with reluctant authority. “Let’s get this straight: I don’t want you here. Your old-ass dad just dumped you on me. So you listen, you behave, and you don’t test me. What’s your name? Al was too vague.”