ALT Alastor is sitting at a desk, with a keyboard in front of him, a mouse in his right hand and struggling to click. He's frowning at he stares at a screen, ears down in discomfort. Vox is standing behind his chair, leaning on it with his left arm on the table. He is wearing only his shirt, rolled up. Looking casual, like he has been there for a while trying to explain things. Alastor: Why won't this cursed contraption follow my lead?! Vox: Jesus fucking christ, Al. It can't be that hard to move the cursor. Alastor: I will tear this machine apart!! Vox: *sigh* Relax, old man.
ALT The first panel shows a cursor on a screen, wobbling over to the search bar. Vox: Oh, you're almost there! Vox: Now click on the search bar... CLICK The next panel shows that somehow the cursor clicked on "History" and then landed on the "recently closed tabs", specifically on the "VoxHub Watch History"-tab. Alastor: Damnit, it slipped! Vox: Alastor, for fucks sake. Alastor: What in the- The last tab shows the page VoxHub Watch History, including 6 videos with very incriminating thumbnails
ALT This image is back to almost the same compostion as the first, only that now the background gradient is dark. Alastors and Vox' eyes are wide open. Vox is blushing and glitching out with electricity around him. Alastor makes a KKCHHZZZ radio sound.
ALT This last panel shows Vox shocked expression, now with his eyes on Alastor next to him. Alastor is shivering, with his antlers growing. Vox, thinking to himself: Help.
