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Entry 4.5: Oh Yeah, He's The Music Man!

Part Two of Entry 4

OPJ: I wrote ALOT about this android, because I think he's really special.
His name is Vocalizer-X. I simply called him Vox. He was the coolest guy I ever met who wasn't actually a guy!
This is just some moments we shared and I wrote about it in my journal as a teen, written the same as the previous you've heard, like any testimony.

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Oh duh. I LITERALLY called him DJ Vox, because that's the name on his band equipment!

Last time! On Dragon Ball P......J PJ and Vox were at a stand off with the mysterious "masked Harold." Harry styles, Presumably from One Direction.

How will our heroes get out of this one? Gee I hope they don't hit eachother too hard...

Before I can even comprehend why I hear MY OWN VOICE NARRATING LIKE IM IN SOME DBZ EPISODE, Vox breaks out into a praise and worship song by Marvin Sapp!!!!

I love this song!

And then I remember my mom talking about some robot lovin' on the news, and I just...I get it. Also I just realized how he's kind of what Daft Punk wish they were. *heart eyes*

But why is everything suddenly becoming so chaotic and random???

As Vox is slaying his stellar performance, we simply see Harry just...pop out of existence???.

Like he just disappears at the sound of a pop!

Even I have to say "what the heck is going on?"

Vox turns slowly, looks back at me with a huge question mark on his cool shiny head. And I just...laugh.

Like I have to laugh. All this ridiculousness in one day I got nothin' else in me!
And Vox just looks SO confused. Even without a face he's so emotional. The the words "HEE HEE?" appear on his face and I just bust!

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So now that the chaos has subsided a bit (another vocabulary word, im totally gonna ace my english test)

So now WE! That is to say, me and the the robot guy VOX, are on the train ~togetherrrr~

I can get a good look at mr steel here beside me on the train and he's the same as my initial estimate;

Hes kinda hot.

I thought it was strange how none of the boys at school interested me, turns out, its not just because they aren't one direction, but also because they aren't some  O  T  H  E  R     W  O  R  L  D  Y     B  E  I  N  G.

I hate myself.

Again, I can hear my mom's southern accent; "Nah ah know you ain't bring no robot to mah house GURL!"
"WATCHU MEAN YUH LUHVE HEIM??"
"LAWD CALL DA PAHSTA, Where did I go wrong witchuuuu?"

(OPJ: What's that's song by britney spears? _Mama im in love with mechanical?_)

"Soooo..." I try to make conversation.
He looks back at me with three dots across his non face.

Why isn't he talking I wonder? Well he is, just through pictures...

As if he read my mind, words come up on his not face "when singing is too much, I do this, words and images.".

"Oh okay." I say awkwardly. "So you only can sing talk?"

The words display "Its what I was made to do...though I can speak normally but only with my talk box...which I usually leave at home...heh."

Haha that's so funny he uses a talk box to actually talk hehe.

For some treason this train ride feels longer than the first one. I actually get to see the scenery of the cities and towns like I have never seen them before! A mans voice comes over the speakers that I never noticed were there before, telling us that the last stop was "Kayim Mayim." I ask Vox what does that mean because it sounds like its in some sorta hebrew.